Virus & Toxic

You can feel the noose tighten, can't you?
Time is running out.
Hear the sounds fade.
Time is running out.
Your time is nigh,
Time to finally die.

No matter how hard you run, the reflection will always catch up.
No matter how many meds you take and therapy you see, you will always be: me.
We are two halves of the same coin. You can't separate us. We are one and one are we, open your eyes and see.
There is no escape your own hand, so take light in it. Know your days are numbered to the ones on your fingertips, and stop grasping the sand.

No time to live, no time to be merry.
No time to wonder if this is a medications effect.
You will fall. by your own hand.
And nobody can catch your skin made of sand.
You will be alone. Because that's what you are.
Time will move on.
People will forget.
and you, will be nothing more than a tombstone in a forgotten graveyard.

Good bye cyrus. Your time is coming to and end.
Hope you said all your good-byes.
because its time to start believing the truth, and abandon your lies.
Nobody can help you. Nobody can or would.

So good bye, little meat puppet. it's been a good play. Now say good bye to your very last day.