Grasping for Nothing

Lyrics

[Intro] This is Godsynth [Chorus: Living Evil] Up and down, been broken Never really had a halo over my emotions Walls break down, I'm falling So depressive and I can't stop the haunting These voices never cease Why must they always tease me? Pacing through my head, the end should be coming Please, someone save me, I'm grasping for nothing [Verse 1: Living Evil] Never felt like I ever belonged Wicked, they got onе, but headstrong Hate group for all who had done wrong Smokе blunts and drown out the bad thoughts Love lost, alone, often distraught Felt like the whole world should blow up Going nuts, I talked to myself once And realized the depression, just one So cold I became, I was left scorned Intolerant for rep though I conform Alienated and often invaded all my friends Never accepting 'em, venom projecting all the trends The full acceptance and just to feel like I'm one of them It never came and it graduated, the deed begins Did drug after drug just to feel numb Fucked slut after slut just to feel love Disgusting punk with a foul tongue Empty I felt, never found love Senseless and dead and I blaze on With the shield of my youthful demeanor So I pour happiness into liquor Never found my place and I'm sickened Wanna stake my claim but my mention Is non-existent, my boy says bitch don't Pen and pad that I'm given, dumb luck Roll one chance, I'm just asking for one Use my voice to report my intentions Let the sound reverberate my reflections Let my words inform you that I'm broke Grasping for nothing but lost hope Lay back while the beat bumps and goes To a place where I'm not so alone [Chorus: Living Evil] Up and down, been broken Never really had a halo over my emotions Walls break down, I'm falling So depressive and I can't stop the haunting These voices never cease Why must they always tease me? Pacing through my head, the end should be coming Please, someone save me, I'm grasping for nothing [Verse 2: Living Evil] I know not everyone can feel how I feel I know not everyone can deal how I deal I know not everyone can see how I see And I know that I'm just paranoid, trust me I'm fucked buying stock on the other side I'm fine but the work just how I get a wad Take a puck, buy proportions round a closed room Open to my wife, but to anyone nevermore All I ever wanted was a group that I could reverend But it seems like every year another member goes silent And all I ever done is try to understand the actions of the members of the group to no end or satisfaction Paint it black, all I get's closed-casket Our kind is dead like the past is Fuck the burden, I will no longer carry this Fuck the devil, lay him for wicked where the lyric is Maybe evil is my last shot, no look Grow up with the past, bitch, there is no love There is no coming back in the future Cut ties, witness all these sutures Monster, Frankenstein, my reflection Conquer my own mind, the aggression I serve my own starving depression When will I ever learn my lesson? All I hear is my voice as a weapon to release all the anger that I hold inside I communicate through music with another mind Whether or not the wicked shit will never die I can feel it deep in my bones Two misfits, one ain't saved home Last time, last try cuz I don't wanna do this all on my own [Chorus: Living Evil] Up and down, been broken Never really had a halo over my emotions Walls break down, I'm falling So depressive and I can't stop the haunting These voices never cease Why must they always tease me? Pacing through my head, the end should be coming Please, someone save me, I'm grasping for nothing [Outro: Living Evil] I find it to be quite disturbing when the realization of the people in the past hits and that every person who slid a knife in your back is now a scar. A grotesque pierce of who we are. Although, we never asked for this. And on the other side of the spectrum, what kind of person allows themselves to be stabbed and give the knife back to the same person and forgive? So, I guess the definition of insanity is the reason why evil lives