Angels Calling

Angels Calling

Ernest Hemmingway once said
"The World is a fine place
and worth fighting for"
I agree with the second part
~Seven~

My soul feels like its made of glass
Forever engraved by hardful remarks
In this lifetime I seek for some piece of mind
It Won't be forver, but I'll give it a try
My head full of sarcastic words
Always taunted for twisted answers unheard
With this one godsent chance, that has already passed
I can't ask for forgiveness my redemption won't last

You've got to save me from myself
But I'll never ask for your help
You've got to save me from myself
I'm drowning in my consciousness

My heart is torn by foolish pride
Shattered by dreams and the tears that I've cried
As the world closes in on my razorblade mind
I hear angels calling my name in the night
My life has opened up my eyes
Ask them no questions and they'll still tell you lies
There was once I had hope, then the torments of time
Changed the direction of this terrified mind

You've got to save me from myself
But I'll never ask for your help
You've got to save me from myself
I'm drowning in my consciousness

These thoughts
Are running through my head
Of terrorised lands and a world walking dead
As I journey on through, this buttonhole life
My skin starts to crawl as I try to take flight
These Wings, they seem to intertwined
Bound by dispair and conformitys plights
I've tried to hold on, but I'm living a lie
They won't answer my screams and I'm pleading to die

You'll need to save me from myself
As I just won't ask for your help
You'll need to save me from myself
I'm drowning in my consciousness

The mass keeps on turning, a new religion moves in
This hate keeps on burning like a fire within

~*Akasha*~