Trapped In These Designs

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I wrote this, in 2010. It's part of my 10th lyric set, Inception Of The Omega.

Submitted: August 21, 2016

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Submitted: August 21, 2016

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(Verse 1)

Every, second, that, passes, by, is, trapped, in, these, designs.

I'd, throw, away, all, of, my, disguises.

But, then, I’d, have, nowhere, to hide.

From, myself, from, all, the shame, I, hold, inside.

How much, longer, am I, going to, survive?


(Chorus)

The scent, of, sorrow, spread, across, my, lips, is, all, that’s, left to, taste.

My, heart, is, rigid, with, disgust, and, I’ll, never, get, to obtain.

The things, I’ve, wanted, most, I've, lost, all, hope.


(Verse 2)

Chained, to the lies, that, overwhelm, locked, in, this, realm.

I'm, starting to, feel, a vortex, inside, casting, a spell.

Words, torture, me, burying, me, for, what feels, like, an eternity.

Something, in, my, soul, is holding, me, back.

Something, in, my, heart, keeps my, mind, in, the past.


(Bridge)

Our, minds, bleed, with, the insanity, built, up, inside.

Our, souls, swallowed, by, the guilt, that, doesn’t, want, to die.


(Chorus 2)

The scent, of, sorrow, spread, across, my, lips, is, all, that’s, left to, taste.

My, heart, is, rigid, with, disgust, and, I’ll, never, get, to obtain.

The things, I’ve, wanted, most, I've, lost, all, hope.

Every, second, that, passes, by, is, trapped, in, these, designs.

The only, magic, that, I thought, was, realistic, it, didn't exist.

It was, overrun, by, pure, logic, this disbelief, has made, me, so, sick.


(Verse 3)

Blood, spilling, pressure, filling.

My, mind, is, on, the farthest, edge.

Between, a dream, and, a nightmare.

A common, hatred, that, I've begun, to share.

Temptation, slowly, fills, building, layers.

Feeling, so, constricted, wrapped, up, in, a collision.

These feelings, keep me, restrained, let these, barriers, fade.


(Chorus 2)

The scent, of, sorrow, spread, across, my, lips, is, all, that’s, left to, taste.

My, heart, is, rigid, with, disgust, and, I’ll, never, get, to obtain.

The things, I’ve, wanted, most, I've, lost, all, hope.

Every, second, that, passes, by, is, trapped, in, these, designs.

The only, magic, that, I thought, was, realistic, it, didn't exist.

It was, overrun, by, pure, logic, this disbelief, has made, me, so, sick.


(Chorus)

The scent, of, sorrow, spread, across, my, lips, is, all, that’s, left to, taste.

My, heart, is, rigid, with, disgust, and, I’ll, never, get, to obtain.

The things, I’ve, wanted, most, I've, lost, all, hope.


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