With hell in his eye I saw my last sunrise.
Son of a bitch took my life by being a snitch.
Too late to change what happened next.
Dug my own grave when I tried to defend myself.
Tore down these walls only to find I was someone else.
For so long I fought but now I am beaten in.
What are these diagrams that I keep on seeing?
Paradise on the brain only sent me insane.
Never enough distraction to save me from infatuation.
Spinning in circles cemented in place.
Dug my own grave when I tried to defend myself.
Tore down these walls only to find I was someone else.
For so long I fought but now I am beaten in.
What are these diagrams that I keep on seeing?
Mark my words that I recall.
Set these waypoints then suffered my fall.
Periodic sense has been sold down the river.
Each time you speak my spine feels a shiver.
Of what could have been had we not split in two.
What I hold is all I have left of you.
Scraps in my head and an emptiness within.
Tired of this feeling, just want it to be something.
With hell in his eye I saw my last sunrise.
Dug my own grave when I tried to defend myself.
Tore down these walls only to find I was someone else.
For so long I fought but now I am beaten in.
What are these diagrams that I keep on seeing?
Simon A Jackson - Writer 