The Vortex

Why do kids all listen to how we go Into them? How we answer is a mess. Resentment still feeling, madness in the zone and no One seems to give a shit. I don't wanna slide away. Voices still step in time. Every day we learn the same. Voices rise up and press. Now it's getting harder each time. They tell me surrender As no man ever got Away with the voices in His reckless Heart. Madness in the zone. I see the storm so bad. Clever us go down. Grabbed by the crippled hand. Control goes looser. I'm making my head spin and pain announces to My churn. In the innermost of my soul, the screaming heartless Greenery knows no return. Shadowed crippled cowards are always out. The emptiness and all about to lose my way. My soul has stayed. My blood soars gray. Words and thoughts of my broken heart to pissing Me out the way out of color. I hate them. Hear me. I hate them. They tell me surrender As no man ever got Away With the voices in his Reckless heart. It feels like I'm in them. Each stabbing glances of my Lungs. And longer they hide me, I fall my Lips. The more it's cold. Time won't heal my Wounds. There's no tomorrow if I don't dig out Myself from this cold pit. Can you hear me? I'm the One to condemn Your ways. We are trapped in the hills. Pull me out, it's not the end. Just grab my hand and pull me out. Pull me out, it's not the end. Just grab my hand and pull me out. Three, two, one, pull me out. Three, two, One, pull me out.