I feel the night’s breeze
And it comforts me
At least I know I can still feel
I feel your cold clammy stare on my back
And it comforts me
At least I know I’m still real

Lost in this nonsense
Of insecure pedigrees
Lost in this turbulance
Of dumbfounded idiots
Cool and collected
with nothing left here for me
Trudging down this alley,
my heart exposed for all to see

I still feel, I’m still alive
I’m still real, I will survive this

Insufficient Intelligence
Decaying nothingness
Wistful Loveliness
Trustful Decadence

I feel the pain on my lips
And it comforts me
At least I know I’m not dead
I feel the emptiness that fills my heart
And it comforts me
At least I absorbed what you said

Destroy ones emotions
Does it give you a high?
Destroy ones willfulness
So they can be made to your design
Designing a monster
So your true colors show
In the guise of someone else
Then who’s to know?

I still feel, I’m still alive
I’m still real, I will survive this

Insufficient Intelligence
Decaying nothingness
Wistful Loveliness
Trustful Decadence

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