Who's to say what defines who we are? Our actions or our visible scars?
f*** those who judge my character without a spoken word or put their faith in only what they've heard. You dig deeper and the lines become a blur, so you squint till your blind.
Rest those tired eyes and vacant mind.
There's a raven pacing the floor outside your cellar door.
That one word he spoke before... To judge me "nevermore."
It's all part of the plan. We come alive when they put our heads in the sand.
Everybody wants to know what you've got in-store for them, laughing at all your failures, all you failures. Everybody wants to use you're life as a catalyst, re-living all your failures, all your failures.
Last words are the only thing to be remembered... Net worth and a list of all your crimes.
This world is only as big as the s***e that you expand your mind.
So give it up, give it up for the failures! Give it up for the ones who tried!
It's not enough, not enough to live up to the things that others wanted for your life.
There's a raven pacing the floor outside your cellar door.
That same "ghostly bird of yore..." He haunts me "nevermore."
It's a shame I even come out of your mouth.
Do you ever even stop to think about what a waste of time and energy you spend?...
When it's all perspective in the end:
If each star is a sun, dying and burning, one by one...
inside this massive cosmic black, far too expansive just to grasp...
And knowing we created time and this grand theory of an end...
Well, then it's really just a theory. Maybe things have always been.
f*** those who judge my character without a spoken word or put their faith in only what they've heard. You dig deeper and the lines become a blur, so you squint till your blind.
Rest those tired eyes and vacant mind.
There's a raven pacing the floor outside your cellar door.
That one word he spoke before... To judge me "nevermore."
It's all part of the plan. We come alive when they put our heads in the sand.
Everybody wants to know what you've got in-store for them, laughing at all your failures, all you failures. Everybody wants to use you're life as a catalyst, re-living all your failures, all your failures.
Last words are the only thing to be remembered... Net worth and a list of all your crimes.
This world is only as big as the s***e that you expand your mind.
So give it up, give it up for the failures! Give it up for the ones who tried!
It's not enough, not enough to live up to the things that others wanted for your life.
There's a raven pacing the floor outside your cellar door.
That same "ghostly bird of yore..." He haunts me "nevermore."
It's a shame I even come out of your mouth.
Do you ever even stop to think about what a waste of time and energy you spend?...
When it's all perspective in the end:
If each star is a sun, dying and burning, one by one...
inside this massive cosmic black, far too expansive just to grasp...
And knowing we created time and this grand theory of an end...
Well, then it's really just a theory. Maybe things have always been.