lonely traveler

Thrown away everything! Challenged hope, challenged fate!
Fuck the world, Fuck my place, like it matters..
Point your fingers at me, contest my integrity, question my honesty!
So sick of believing, feels like I’m eating myself alive!
So sick of, existing.. feels like I’m dying..
Feels like I’m eating myself alive!

Спирам стихове да пиша и тихо аз ще си умра,
омръзна ми да страдам вече от шибаната си съдба,
отида ли си, света от себе си ще отърва,
поне не ще се мъча със тази самота.

If I could I surely would ease your pain.
But if I could no longer would you still know my name?
If I couldn’t drain the tears that pour from these eyes
would you turn your back on me, would you wave goodbye?
Or leave me way beyond empty inside, awaiting my last day to arrive?

If I couldn’t be the shoulder, which your head would rest upon,
would you still be waiting or would you be gone?
If I couldn’t keep the smile forever on your face,
would I still be around or would I be replaced?

Would you promise me things they’d never change?..
Could you promise me that things they’d stay the same?
If I couldn’t clear the clouds from over your head
Would you keep your word to me amongst all the things you said?
..
                                                     ..or leave me way beyond empty inside

Dead man breathing, just taking up space
Calloused and weathered like the lines on one’s face
Dead man breathing, my conscience is bare
The lining of my soul is torn yet I no longer care

                                          Oh
                       I’ve got something in my throat
                                 I need to be alone
                                    While I suffer

Deep inside it sleeps
Time is all it needs
Rising from your soul
This feeling will take control
Thinkin’ ‘bout suicide
The preacher says “this is not right”
But everything is going wrong
You can’t change, you’re not strong

Come, here is the gun
Come on give in
To your obsession
Now, if you are strong
You’ll pull the trigger
For your depression…

May be the other life will come
May be there’s nothing and you were wrong
May be there is heaven mey be there is hell
May be there is nothing and you have failed

Pull the trigger - shoot yourself
Take the pills and poison yourself

You think this is just a dream
Soon you’ll realize this is real
You have to act, you can’t wait
Try to get out, it’s too late…

I’m feeling like I’m sinking
And nothing’s there to catch me, keep me breathing

What do I have to do?
Why can’t this hurt be through?
I’m going head-on to something
I know I will fail
I don’t understand why you always push me away..

I feel the blood drip of my body
As it pools right there
On the Ground
What am I now?

Съградих битие етично
за ново житие лирично,
с пленителна естетика
за очарователна генетика
и не е някаква утопия,
а човешка филантропия…