Strung Out – Bring Out Your Dead

One brief recollection of all the

People in my life that have

Come and gone

One brief fleeting moment of

People I’ve loved and people that

I have wronged

Long lost are loved ones gone

But this bird cannot seem to

Mend it’s broken wings so the

Lust for life dissipated and

A new greed rises for the

Needful things.

Don’t wanna think about it,

I indulge myself

Distraction eases pain, bury my

Emotions to protect myself.

Till I can’t feel a fucking thing

I’ve dared to dream I’ve tried to live

But I’ve played it safe instead

Just another slave to my vices now

Bring out your dead

Voices wither and crack then die

Ringin’ in my ear would sing me

Soft asleep

Death silence now is all I hear

Has inspiration finally eluded me

Don’t wanna think about it,

I indulge myself

Distraction eases pain, bury my

Emotions to protect myself.

Till I can’t feel a fucking thing

I’ve dared to dream I’ve tried to live

But I’ve played it safe instead

Just another slave to my vices now

**My addiction, my illness, my only

Trusted friend

My addiction my illness my only

Childhood fiend.

Your twisted warm embrace

Engulfing all I tried to be

My body’s breaking under

Arms that will not set me free

**repeat**

Locked in this cage that I’ve

Built myself

Constructed out of twisted cold

Reminders of a Life once lost

But I’ve found my way again.

Here among the wreckage and the vampires

I’ll play it safe again, just a slave to my vices now.

My addiction my illness my only

Childhood fiend.

My illness