Guilty, by association.
I never thought it'd be a death sentence.
Guilty, of infatuation
I never thought it'd be my damnation.
Guitly, of procrastination.
Has cost you every opportunity.
Guilty, by delusion.
You only see what you wanna see.
Wanna know what I see?
A skeptic, always second guessing.
A hypocrite, never practice what they're preaching.
A sadist, in love with other's suffering.
And a massicist. In love with their own misery.
Oh god, where do I begin?
I find myself lying here again.
Staring at the ceiling, where I see my "Friends"
Their lid less eyes looking down on me. I realize now, they'll never leave. These "Friends" will always be there for me. After all, hell loves company.
So be wise when you chose your Friends.
And be mindful, when you chose their Demons.
Now your blaming all your "Friends" again. The very spectors you let in, with all their all too familiar sins. It was never your job to save them. After all you have your own demons and they're in no need of any further afiliations.
So tear my eyes open. So I can see. You only cared about yourself. You never gave a fuck about me.
Call it narsasistic. Call it selfish. Either way. Let's be honest. You never gave a fuck about me.
You never cared.
You never will.
You played the judge in hell and if that's the case.
The verdict will always be, we're all damned. We're all guilty.
The verdict reads, we are all guilty.
So now I ask myself.
Am I confusing my "Friends" with my demons, or am I confusing my demons with my "Friends"
from Pure Heart
released December 4, 2016
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Bret Liber @ Red Roof Productions
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