Moon Chaser

I scatter my ashes in the wind
I take a breath, spinning walls they come in
I feel delusional the stress it takes a toll
On my mental state when im not coping im hoping you would understand

How can I tell what is fucking fake from reality
When my body is lost to a sleep with a personality
They love to see me tortured on the inside where truth lies
Rising from the floor and I think death knows I hide

Down here in this hell we pretend
That everything is just ok but mentally im fucking fucked
Nail my lеgs to the cross to stand
Would you believе in what I say or would you take it the wrong way

Fist clenched tight, convulsing again
It's just another overdose, I stumble forward left alone
Wake to your face burnt in my head
I get up to repeat the cycle, I need some help I need a friend

Put your hooks in my fingertips and watch the blood drain out
You say its for the best and try to explain it is what I need
So lay my body down next to my dog when im gone
So put me through shock therapy and let the moon just claim my soul

He says to me that you're not doing well
Ill be watching over your back as you're going through hell
Im sorry that I can’t just intervene when you're embraced by misery
The fibers in my skin start to rise and I come crashing back down