Words Of A Mircale

That's Life

Fuck it all,
Fuck everything,
I'm at the stand,
This is my executioning,
No need for the analyzing,
Put the fire to my veins,
Let me feel the heat,
Come on let that plank drop as the rope squeezes around my neck,
And since I'm doing nothing but going back,
Let's go before that,
Tie me to a few horse in different directions,
Let limbs go out like a racecar's piston,
I'm fighting a fight that only leads downhill,
It's like trying to outrun the settings on a treadmill,
Pointless,
It's only to get better,
But say if you kept running,
You got drier instead of wetter,
Say instead of building muscles you gained fat,
I'm being dragged down like the potatoes in a sack,
Trying to help, but it's my own mind I'm not sure is intact,
That's a fact,
But even Scooby Doo couldn't find my brain,
It's been knocked around and driven all over the place,
Like the look of madness written all over my face,
And depression and anger built up on the next page,
I'm sorry that I came to enter the stage,
But instead is being walked upon while the contestants say their names,
It has nothing to do with being framed,
Put my face in a box and give me the paint,
I'm running lunier than the luniest of toons,
Feel this sky high madness,
But then again if I'm in a parachute someone has to bag it,
Oh well, whatever happens....happens,
I got the feelings of a person who'd do anything for a child,
By the way, I like the crying mild,
Like the sauce,
Once was a boss,
Now I'm lost,
Finding myself in the costs....
Of my own purchase,
Not Louisiana,
And I know saying "fuck it" is a gamble,
How about I drop it entirely?
But for me to drop something, something has to be falling,
Everything seems to be rising up,
Oh wait that's me going down,
My perception's in bound,
My perspective is missing sound,
I'm detecting the lost and found,
*looks down* oh I finally made it to the ground,
You'd never know what up is unless you've been down,
And this is me finally signing out.