| ACHE |
| Lacuna in the plans From your paregoric demands That I will always fall for My cynical cynosure I am damned in your darkened Didaic, dahedral dilemma The dichotomy disaffects The dying gemma Pain, pain crashing into Grinding up on This is a ride I don't wanna be on Boom, bang, the pulse persists Tearing the inside apart Leaving me with barely even A working human heart In my head I ache In my mind I break In my brain is a war I cannot fight anymore Sun bitten A new color of pain A fitting Irony that stains Forbidden Mentions of mortality The hidden Underscoring ill-mentality I hate the ground I pound To remove your sound I hate the air as thin As the life I breathe in Stabbing pain Through my skull Sickness Of which I am full In my head I ache In my mind I break In my brain is a war I cannot fight anymore I can't control the pain I can't control the pain I can't remove the stain I can't splint the sprain |