verse 1:
a beautiful night disrupted by devilish people
clouds circling in their place feeding their selfish evil
respitory system crashing, thoughts after collapsing
the last thing i heard was the murderer keep laughing
watching violent air slowly escape from each lung
with heaven unsung breathing off the tip of my tongue
feeling every wound spilling forth life support
and i'm painting new lines on this basketball court
they're just standing around saying my cut looks unhealthy
staring into eyes knowing that none of them could help me
oh, what a place for games but this one isn't fun
saw the smoking gun and the law says that i'm done
first it took my breathe, then my ability to move
a million thoughts about death but would it kill me to improve
i'm not in the mood but then again i never am
succeeding in life was never part of the plan
but neither was death and i guess it never is
the world still within my reach, left only to reminisce
remember this face cause you'll never see it again
fades away like the ink from this invisible pen

chorus:
the simplest of minds will eventually talk
it's a shame to see our lives being outlined in chalk
but this is now my home, is there a place for my hat
let me take off my shoes so i can just sit back
relax, now i'm free of cares
going up the stairs in thehome of unanswered prayers

verse 2:
as everything around me slowly goes the distance
i've lost everything except a feeling of resistance
for instance all colors are gone and now i live in the dark
waiting an eternity for the lights to finally spark
and when they do, i cant say i know what to expect
but so far the only thing that i fealt was regret
maybe i could've done more or helped out a bit
but how could i do that when i always feel like shit
well it doesnt matter now and it never really did
my only excuse for being lazy is I was another silly kid
i'm tired of waiting for my fate to be decided
inspired by hating the taste of being united
where am i going, up or down i'm all around
squinting and staring just trying to find the ground
good or bad right or wrong, now it's only a direction
saw that there was an end upon closer inspection

chorus: x2

verse 3:
waiting for eternity for fate to determine me
i'm hoping that a higher power might refer to me
they already murdered me and now i'm stuck in line
no sense of time in a waiting room of this kind
not sitting on clouds but i hear a constant thunder
souls rejected to hell when will they call my number
this rooms getting hotter starts spinning like a chopper
thinking of a heart attack but why even bother
i'm already dead so how can i feel the flames
death seems like another one of the parkers brothers games
the walls are turning red and faces seem to be morph
and form a pattern i'm now trying to absorb
i've slipped into hell without even being told
those maniacal bastards how could they be sobold
why am i holding a shovel and lifting heavy rocks
sweating puddles in a place so blistering hot
i knew this would happen but you could've atleast told me
that demons were the only ones strong enough to hold me