4-14-09 | 6:09 PM
You all are set on FM My radio likes to flip to AMI'm sittin' on the bayside
Listening to my song
You wanna know what goes on in my mind
You wanna feel my supposed internal bliss
Well…
*Welcome to my nightmare
Welcome to my world
Welcome to my chaos
Don't utter a word*
My sky is made of a black blanket
Two holes cut out so you can only see
The fear in my world
The stars edged in gold
The baleful melody in the wind
Rain made of razors
Falling, cutting, biting
Water full of toxins
Poisonous, enticing
Twisted, dark, intoxicating
A venomous cocktail
Oh, oh oh
*Welcome to my nightmare
Welcome to my world
Welcome to my chaos
Don't utter a word*
Baby, baby
Yes, no, maybe
Falling, flying
Livin', dying
Oh, oh oh
Welcome to my personal version of hell
Welcome to my subconscious cell
Welcome to my fairytale
Welcome to my happily never after…
My breakdown…
My relapse…
Rain made of razors
Cuttin' up your face
Blanket sky
Casting all disgrace
Music box wind
Tearing through your ears
Welcome to my hell
Home to my fears
Whimsical flight of my drugged being
Internal battle you're never seeing
Still set on AM
No going to FM
Stuck on the static
Nothin' you're doin' 'bout it…
*Welcome to my nightmare
Welcome to my world
Welcome to my chaos
Don't utter a word*
Sippin' on that cocktail
Poison and lies
Mixed into a release
Strings attached; the ties
Sittin' in my razor-soaked fields
Listening to the wind that only appeals
To me
Watching the blanket sky
Wishing, dreaming I could fly…
But I'm stuck on AM