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blessmycoldworld - lost lyrics

verse: d-code
mind in the abyss find the soul at its darkest
blind to life’s bliss, this drags us down the farthest
twisted visions playing out right behind my sockets
we are made of nothing, atoms at their oddest
this is not an odd jest and i am not an artist
the world has lost its l-ster, i can no longer progress
gravity is calling fall like the month of august
days i never saw, only heard them saying god bless
o4 june 11, calling for a reverend
i can see a climbing gossamer thread bridge up into heaven
these thoughts i imagine were painful enough to end
the everlasting cycles of this planet that seems so barren
tell me is it true, do the good die young?
i wanted you to grow old and to see your sons
your daughter and our mother living life undone
breath in your lungs to sing your songs unsung
left my little brother on the sunday of his birthday
d-mn that’s a cold move, gone in the worst way
hindsight is 20/20 but this we could not foresee
you were never a burden; do not be warped by worry
when you lose a loved one it’s like a part of yourself
you can let it make you strong or put your heart on the shelf
cherish the time you have, take care of your health
cause you can take these memories but you cannot take this wealth

hook: bless
sometimes pain
is like a blade stabbing my heart
back comes change, fill me with rage
before i start to turn another page
i feel caged by my thoughts
it’s another day, and i’m led astray
just so you know before i run away
i have prayed, cause i don’t want to throw it all away
am i sane, or just losing it?
i’m just saying, i can’t escape that i’m actually on this train
it’s too late; man i don’t want to take another second
if you hate or dislike me, i won’t say not a thing about what you might see
it’s not like me, to be fighting
is it likely, that i’m changing?
well maybe, or slightly

verse: jacob rubnitz
you and i, were across the states patiently waiting to see each other again
cause you just detoxed; d-mn it was hot in south carolina
until the cold shot, i’m glad that call didn’t drop
death can be promiscuous, i seek serenity
but after this sh-t, it seems that it was meant to be
and i know mentally, that’s just something to keep most sane
but i go insane without facing the facts plain
anyways, that day, you had called me to say
“hey i’m sober now and i’m feeling the greatest of greats
feeling the grace of all grace.”
god, i swear that my mind painted your face in that moment
it was shining bright
and that night, my heart light, soaring the heights
her wings were broken when the winds of death started blowing
six hours before, you were alive and clean
but death chose to do its thing and put you to sleep
at the bottom of a tele-pole, with your quilt of dirt, where the wind billows
you took that left turn too quick nick
you took that left turn, you took it
d-mn it, did this really happen?
man, can i rewind this?
the shock is blinding
that truck did a d-mn good job putting you to sleep
right beside the street near the crossroads, where you and i fought the b-tch of life
you know?

hook: bless

verse: bless
friends are not what i call them
honestly, i think more of them
to be safe from this horror, i couldn’t recall a much better time or place for all this
the grace of a king that’s a queen
it’s important to me to remember times like these through the hardest of struggles
please, i’ll remain sober
believe i can change the way that they think of fame
put a picture to your face, so the frame’s closer
picture a perfect painting put up to a mirror
your reflection isn’t near me, so it can’t be any clearer
catching criticism, k!ll them all
fill the morgue with body bags
they body blacks; we fire back with drive
no denying that the devil’s death is definitely darkening the dastardly
and i’m the insane maniac, please
people paint pictures placing pain & packs of chicks inside the brain instead of peace
plain and simple, if i change then they’ll cease to know me
if i’m obsolete, it’ll show that i stand here beaten, bl–dy, battered, defeated
there’s no way they can see i’m slipping into this world
my world is an f’ing trip, so they spin till they start to twirl
and the sight of it makes me sick
you see me begin to hurl a couple knives at my reflection
you don’t know how it feels to have your blood wish your death
perpetuating the situation of feeling stressed
planning perfect places for me to escape and get some rest
hali & vale said change, as long as you’ll be real
oh yeah, this is my world, so welcome to d r e a m v i l l e
what’s up?

hook: bless

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