Distorted Memories: Misfortune Chronicles

In the inner world of my sleeping mind Things are much better than they are outside I can’t go anywhere or do anything I just sleep, and eat, and sleep

How about we put you on some Seroquel Seroquel Put you on some Seroquel Seroquel Put you on some Seroquel Seroquel It’s good for you, you know Don’t mind the weight gain Don’t mind the coma phase Don’t mind the man behind The curtain is drawn tonight Don’t mind Don’t mind

The weight of the world The temptation of the bite Chocolate It’s good for your soul You only live once So before you get old Take a bite Of the best German chocolate you can find It’s imperative Make haste So you can taste The German chocolate Then go to sleep Sleep And dream of sweets The likes of which You’ve never seen Because you know When you’re awake The world is shit And you’re a fake

This is a toxic headspace that I’ve moved on from Or have I really just been too scared to look head on At you You’ve moved on, haven’t you? So where’s my peace Where’s my dignity That piece I left inside The piece I left inside of you I miss that feeling I hate to say it So I’ll fucking scream it So I’ll fucking scream it

“I can admit that that was laziness” That’s what I said to that piece of shit

How can we make it through this treacherous mire The path is covered in a ceaseless fire I took for granted that I’d always be beside her She shouldn’t have laid in the arms of a pariah Fuck being honest ever again, I will hide this Truth I know creeping down my spine, I can’t hide this Fuck being honest ever again, I will hide this Truth I know creeping down my spine Fuck being honest ever again, I will hide this Truth I know creeping down my spine, I can’t hide this Fuck being honest ever again, I will hide this Truth I know creeping down my spine

This is improv The whole damn thing If you thought that I had a plan You were wrong I don’t know what the fuck is going on I don’t know what the fuck is going on But the music helps It soothes my brain Eases the pain Is it wrong for me to Glue myself here in this chair Do I need help Belittle me more And now that you’ve left I could say that I’m back to square one But I’ve found the last stop And it looks nothing like you thought But I know what I must do now

What it took Was a man to have a passion What it took Was a great wall to be formed What it meant Was that I was under-performing And under-providing Now I see that I had a choice Now I know that I chose right Now I hold all these memories Over the ledge, and let go What it took was a hand willing to let go What it took was a hand, my hand, let go