1_21Guns
February 13th, 2011, 08:35 PM
The world is spinning, the room stops and stares
Suddenly it feels like theres 5 people trying to pull you up,
When in reality there's only one.
The mind distorts human features, turns them into monsters themselves.
Out cold on the floor, suddenly theres nothing left.
Picking yourself up, only to stumble and fall
Hysterical laughter is the only thing breaking the silence
Suddenly nobody knows if you're going to make it out alive
All they know is they can only hope you'll survive.
But you know you'll be okay, so that makes everything alright, right?
You've seen it all before, the blurred landscape, the fuzzy faces.
The living nightmare, the broken glasses and jagged pluse.
The paniced stares, those same disappointed glares.
Suddenly it feels like theres 5 people trying to pull you up,
When in reality there's only one.
The mind distorts human features, turns them into monsters themselves.
Out cold on the floor, suddenly theres nothing left.
Picking yourself up, only to stumble and fall
Hysterical laughter is the only thing breaking the silence
Suddenly nobody knows if you're going to make it out alive
All they know is they can only hope you'll survive.
But you know you'll be okay, so that makes everything alright, right?
You've seen it all before, the blurred landscape, the fuzzy faces.
The living nightmare, the broken glasses and jagged pluse.
The paniced stares, those same disappointed glares.