COLLIDE Lyrics

I've seen planets collide in the back of my mind

Finally see I'm the author of my own demise

Curse my name I don't wanna be late

But I'm thinkin that the rushin it is causing me pain

Pain

Once again

I'm going back to my ways

Self destructive taste

I wanna break yeah

Bottled it up

Pressure too much I keep the cotton on my tongue

She's my Venus seems like I can't keep her to myself

Think that happy's just a word that I can't feel for hell

I keep pushin back my problems it ain't workin very well

Will I make it I guess time can only really fuckin tell

Lick the flesh

Salt the wound

Hide the pain til I get home then

Cry it out

Curse the womb

That I came from til I'm dead

I'm tired now

Trying to find out how

And where I went wrong down

The depths of sorrow drown

Out every other sound

Sound

Sound

Every other sound every other sound

Sound

Sound

Every other sound every other sound

Sound

Sound

Every other sound every other sound

Sound

Sound

Every other sound

Planets collide in the back of my mind

Finally see I'm the author of my own demise

Curse my name I don't wanna be late

But I'm thinkin that the rushin it is causing me pain

Pain

Once again

I'm going back to my ways

Self destructive taste

I wanna break yeah

Bottled it up

Pressure too much I keep the cotton on my tongue

I don't even wanna live

But I cant commit to death

I'm so tired evidence

Eyes are red, foggy head

Stare into the darkness and I'm struggling to blink

I start to think I see it staring back at me

Frozen in time I think I'm lookin in the eyes of the devil

Pickin up my berretta

Such a risky endeavor

Put it to my skull and I might pull the trigger

Lived through hell disheveled

Send me back I'm pushin down the fucking pedal

I've seen planets collide in the back of my mind

Finally see I'm the author of my own demise

Curse my name I don't wanna be late

But I'm thinkin that the rushin it is causing me pain

Pain

Once again

I'm going back to my ways

Self destructive taste

I wanna break yeah

Bottled it up

Pressure too much I keep the cotton on my tongue