The Devils Hands

I guess I’m wasting my breathe
These bitter thoughts just hold me back in the end
And bring me closer to death
Making it sound as though this all should be easy
But I’m miserable in this skin
And no matter how I deflect
The mirror reflects my fears in the end
Just face it, the need for acceptance is present
So tell me why I always forget?
I never needed anyone in the first place
Judgment and opinions don’t amount to shit
All notions preconceived
I guess you figured me out
Never took the time to see what I’m about, so fuck you
And whatever you think
No time for the musings of sheep
Look down on me and what I go through?
You’re nothing motherfucker
I woke up hating today
More then the one before
Breathing is just a way to pass the time
Living has become a chore
I hate myself
Warm bodies
Plastic lives
Soulless intentions and bullshit vibes
Far from perfect, merely one with the hive
Wishing you had the guts to keep your dreams alive
The vision blurs, but I don’t forget who I am
High atop that horse, but you’re barely a man
We’re more similar then you could ever understand
We live, we bleed, we die at the devils hands
High atop that horse, but you are barely a man
We’re more similar then you could ever understand
We live, we bleed, we die at the devils hands
We die at the devils hands