Consumption

Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry

It's okay to not be anything
and let yourself come back to you.
It's okay to lie about the little things.
Pretend you don't feel what they put you through.
I'm okay no matter what part of me is facing
outward at the time. When the clock is racing
and you feel like a roulette wheel
it's something valuable to just simply stop and sigh.

Consumption.
From all the hatred and lies.
Time flies but inside I am breaking.
Redemption.
I just can't seem to find
and inside I can feel
something taking control of me.

Is it OK to not feel anything
if it hurts everyone around?
And is it OK to tell the truth now?
'Cause all these lies are weighin' down
I'm not quite sure about the damage,
but all my walls are wearin' thin.
Relationships are slightly over rated,
but friends are the coolest accessory.

Consumption.
From all the hatred and lies.
Time flies but inside I am breaking.
Redemption.
I just can't seem to find
and inside I can feel
something taking control

Everything I say or do is tainted,
(It's how we all feel when we lose control)
and all the time I spend on you seems wasted.
(and our world takes one more hit)
No matter just how hard I try
you're makin' my heart choke on lies
and I'm consuming every tear
while inside something takes control of me.
(I'll never forget how you burned that night)

Take a "hit" of ambition.
Smoke some common sense.
Time to make a decision.
Tired of feeling so tense.
Shooting up morality.
Sippin' on mortality.
Avoiding your reality,
mentality defense.

Consumption.
We just put on a mask
and pretend every thing's alright.
Redemption.
We hide from the world outside.
No existence, resistance is futile,
they're taking control.

Consumption.
From all the hatred and lies.
Time flies but inside I am breaking.
Redemption.
I just can't seem to find
and inside I can feel
something taking control of me.
© 2006