Illusions of a mad man
Feeling low again buried in the sand; It all just feels the same I'm getting used to shame; There is nothing I could say to make this go away; If common sense is a friend I don’t know how I am; I'm drinking blood I'm throwing rocks; I'm burning fan mail in the dark ; I'm running to I'm hiding from ; But leaving foot steps for the sun; I'm sending signs that can't be missed; And waiting for apocalypse ; It's not the end but it could be ; It's taking so much out of me; Choose your picture for the day; Come tomorrow it will change; Count the minutes on your smile ; It won't last more than a while wrap your self in providence ; It won't matter if you are sane; Start believing in your eyes; You may find the truth in lies; 