Virginia Woolf by Sadistik
I let the light sink inside my skin just so I can breathe again
Balancing the weight between creepy and obsessive
The world of the weight's on my back, backwards, wait
Words back me in a way, I need to be accepted
Everything is relative, the world is full of skeletons
Dancing to the rhythm to pretend that they're alive
But I don't got a bone to pick especially when they're broke and hit
The funny one, it's cumbersome to wonder why they try
A fifth in my right hand, quarters in my left
Until my half-life is a hole inside my chest
If I sit and listen with this individual diction
Is it indiscriminant or just a symptom of the sickness?
Or a metaphor of change?
To break a dollar, people write their letters for a chain
I'd rather write a chain letter, it's better for the pain
And the people in my life that always said I was insane
I'll throw a noose around the sun and be the pendulum
Tick-tock, tick-tock, I'll wait until the medics come
I'll be so high and so bright that if you want me back
You'll have to sit and watch the setting sun
Bring my body to the ground
Before they catch a breath they'll be calling it profound
Martyrdom for beauty's sake, decorates the landscape
As everybody's hands shake from quality they found
This is what it's like to taste the Heavens and dismiss the grace
Another year, another fake expression in a picture frame
Another birthday wish and still it didn't change
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