Selling Out

Am I alive? Feels like dying.
Down, down, fists are striking me.
It gets so dark, or are my eyes blinded?
Down, down, boots are kicking me:
The coward, the sinner, the thief,
The liar, the misfit, the creep.

I’m running out of steps to walk,
Of air to breathe and words to talk.
I’m running out of noise to make,
Of jokes to tell and hearts to break.

For days burned and frozen lies,
The years that passed me by,
The child in me just died,
The scars in me will never heal.
An overdose of nothingness,
My visions are for sale,
I’m selling out.

An overdose of nothingness,
I’m selling out.
An overdose of nothingness.
An overdose of nothingness,
An overdose of nothingness.

I am alive, but always falling
Down, down. I hear voices calling me
The coward, the sinner, the thief.
I am alive, kind of wasted,
Down, down, hands are reaching me.
The coward, the sinner, the thief,
The liar, the misfit, the creep.

I’m running out of dreams to dream,
Of tears to spend and screams to scream.
I’m running out of life again,
Smothering, turning into dust.

For days burned and frozen lies,
The years that passed me by,
The child in me just died,
The scars in me will never heal.
An overdose of nothingness,
My visions are for sale,
I’m selling out,
I’m selling out.
An overdose of nothingness,
An overdose of nothingness.

[ Tristania ]