Brightly Painted Corpses piosenki

We are the architects of our own misery. Monuments of failure so high that they once eclipsed the sun. Awaiting perdition, we relish our art. Insatiable hunger for self destruction and the warmth of our own rot. Lost in the labyrinth of our own minds only to p...

Pacing back and forth Only stopping to gaze out a window Or even the peep hole in my door I am alone and haven't been found Passers-by are quite rare Like astatine in the earth There are no knocks Only sounds of the wind whistling in the trees...

I’m not one to have the upper hand, and when I do feel as if I have some sort of control I seemingly remove my armor at the wrong moments. With each interaction disproving progression, cognition has led to the belief of stagnation in a masochistic oneirism. If...

Inklike void, retinas adjust to somber melancholy, humidity laced in nines duplicating charcoal, endless nihility. Black mist like swollen noise or poisoned veins. Ritual stones bloodied, buried and forgotten, cherishing memories like ruins of broken mirrors.U...

Die for your faith, fiend for your family. The congregation has rotted under their shell. The steeple held prayer hostage and they carried on in such a noble fashion. Ministry or misery and pews were caskets. Hallelujah stained the tips of tongues and...

His skin is sheets of metal And revealed a cavity His chest an empty vessel To show nothing's there for me. 

Our lives aren't as colorful as they seem. Call yourself by a name but we're all the same. Individuality is just a dream, and I can never really sleep. When will you wake up? 

Identities are lost in a sea of monotony Infinite melodies yet the same song is on repeat We give ourselves names and try to deny conformity The difference between you and I is that I don't live in deceit I recognize that we are the same Give up your n...

From prolonged isolation comes a severe transformation to the point where I'm completely alienated from my former comfort zone. I can't retain the jovial demeanor you once knew, so I'm content with the fact that in the end I'll remain alone. 

We stand arguing in torrential rain And I'm okay with that Knowing that these tears Could most likely just be from this weather I've been called a loser Just sort of stagnant in life It all ended with a slap to the face and a get-your-shit-togeth...

Each day is pretty much the same Regardless of what happens it just feels like déjà vu I feel so exhausted There isn't even really a point in doing anything differently Because eventually it'll all be gone I can't be bothered with goals anymore As...

It's nearing November Wind tousled leaves litter the streets in shades of orange, like the setting of the sun Soon enough she won't see another season Or experience another beautiful evening Such as this one, where clouds obscure a fading sun Fad...

I don't really know how to regulate my emotions, so I'm left consistently frustrated. Sometimes I'm even at a loss of words because my only catharsis is living out scenarios in my thoughts. Friendships seem forced and I'm sure I'm just expendable anyway, like...

The rain's fragrance brings back memories and the sound is soothing It's hard to focus on getting anything done Knowing things would be over just as a daily chore I'm back to writing memos Trying to collect my thoughts and reasons to keep going... 

It's one of those days again Where I sit at my desk With pen and paper in front of me Listening to the rain fall outside My window is the television that entertains me I don't really go out anymore There's just no one to see Or at least no one th...

Each year to me is like shaking a snow globe. The glitter swirls around chaotically until things finally become still leaving the figurine in the center standing alone once again. There used to be many more people in my life. Each year they seem to slowly fade...

Die for your faith, fiend for your family. The congregation has rotted under their shell. The steeple held prayer hostage and they carried on in such a noble fashion. Ministry or misery and pews were caskets. Hallelujah stained the tips of tongues and those br...

If every wish lost its soul when it died there would be ten thousand heavens inside my heart. If every eye shut for a final time, no one would see me dancing alone. I’ve got a pocket full of broken hope and every beggar on every street corner inside my mind wa...

Seasons change as well as the stages of sickness The hope I once had Now melts like Spring plotting against the Winter snowman The tumors spread too quickly And I once sported a smile With twinkling eyes like a child in the toy store Now degraded i...

Restless nights led to stagnating in despondency. The idea of convalescence just seems to be wishful thinking. A festering exuberance was seemingly conjured by unrequited emotions. I guess I'm not resilient as I seem to be.