Tired Eyes Lyrics

Smoke the cigarette until it burns my fingertips

The flame is past the filter I can taste the tar that's on my lips

Smoke like exhaust fumes, gotta go refill the script

I don't feel like talking all you'll get is an ellipsis

Foggy cold and grey I think this world of mine has lost its charm

I don't fit in with the others cause I have intent to harm

I got a short fuse so I think you should ring the alarm

Blow this place to bits I'll run away and go hide at a farm

Sleep deprived I lost my mind I think I overpacked my baggage

Eyes feel like they're cinderblocks

I will not make it through the passage

Demons in my mind all carry knives, and they're very savage

Slicing up my memories gone through my mind and left it ravaged

All I hear is ringing all I see are just some blurred shapes

Our brains are very fragile a little trauma is enough to break

Us into a thousand pieces with our spirits in the lake

What's it matter if I'm real if everything I know is fake

Staring down a barrel filled with whiskey or its gunpowder

Either one will do just fine especially since I have the power

To adapt to anything, twenty four like Jack Bauer

Trek through all the darkest caves I'll climb all of the highest towers

I wish there was another way for me to feel the ground

Floating through an endless space

I can't move cause my limbs are bound

Maybe I'll just make a deal and mingle with the hellhounds

Until they rip my flesh apart my screaming is their favorite sound

What's a ray of light when your whole world is just a black hole

What's a little bit of kindness if you throw away your soul

What's a bit of discipline but if you have no self control

Everything is useless I don't ever think I'll be whole

Just a lone ronin cursed to always walk the streets at night

I'm paranoid I'm seeing things I'm always ready for a fight

You never know which of your friends might end up

Trying to take your life

So I'll never let my guard down I hope I'm not actually right

My eyes are so low down my face that I can't even see

If I open up my third eye maybe that will be a guide for me

Tears are overflowing makes me wonder if I'm really free

Or am I just a product of the pain that hides inside of me?

I don't really know cause these days it gets hard to tell

Is the line between reality and dreams a plastic prison cell?

Is this part of who I am or am I just under a spell?

What's the point of all of this cause either way I live in Hell

I'm fighting tooth and nail, but the hill is too steep

And I see the pale rider for my soul he's come to reap

I don't know what to do I think that I'll break down and weep

I should close my eyes so very tight and finally go to sleep