#1
chorus: instrumental

v1
Treating nothing as more than simple lore,
All is **** when you can’t sleep at night.
What you’re left with is a desire for
the truth. But that will not come.
Explanations be damned.
You can’t even hear your own thoughts,
The voice in your head isn’t your own.
Pop the pills and cry your tears,
It won’t quit easily as a moan.
The world won’t help you.

chorus

v2
Dressed in rags you wander around,
your feet scraping against the pavement,
thinking of anything but yourself.
What will happen when you’re found?
Only a few more hours
The help will tell you your ideas,
the ideas you thought so right,
the ones to get you through the night,
are wrong and you aren’t in control.
You’re going to go away.

chorus

bridge
Interrogated by a non-partial
bystander that doesn’t give a ****
is the worst way to continue your bad luck.
You’re told “believe what’s above you.”
Yet you know the help isn’t your help.
The only help you get is five more pills,
Anything to keep your thoughts inside.
It gives some people the chills to
hear footsteps under their bed,
but to you it’s just life.
When even your helper says
that it’s just natural then you know
that whatever happens you’re on your own.

v3
After you live your days away,
you want nothing but to not go back.
If you’re bogged with another attack,
just take a pill to ease the worry.
The pills fix everything.
You can not control yourself,
Emotions will keep running astray.
But you have little round tablets
To keep the misery away.

---These arent the final product, more like a rough draft
#2
Quote by The Elf Kicker
chorus: instrumental

v1
Treating nothing as more than simple lore,
All is **** when you can’t sleep at night.
What you’re left with is a desire for
the truth. But that will not come.
Explanations be damned.
You can’t even hear your own thoughts,
The voice in your head isn’t your own.
Pop the pills and cry your tears,
It won’t quit easily as a moan.
The world won’t help you.
Im not a huge fan of the "all is sh*t" line. overall a solid verse though

chorus

v2
Dressed in rags you wander around,
your feet scraping against the pavement,
thinking of anything but yourself.
What will happen when you’re found?
Only a few more hours
The help will tell you your ideas,
the ideas you thought so right,
the ones to get you through the night,
are wrong and you aren’t in control.
You’re going to go away.
I dont really like the "What will happen when you're found?" it just seems kinda open ended and...i dont know. it just doesnt seem right to me.

chorus

bridge
Interrogated by a non-partial
bystander that doesn’t give a ****
is the worst way to continue your bad luck.
You’re told “believe what’s above you.”
Yet you know the help isn’t your help.
The only help you get is five more pills,
Anything to keep your thoughts inside.
It gives some people the chills to
hear footsteps under their bed,
but to you it’s just life.
When even your helper says
that it’s just natural then you know
that whatever happens you’re on your own.
I dont really like the first three lines. especially the third one. seems like you just added it to rhyme f*ck. i like the "it gives some...it's just life." i think thats a really cool line. when i first read it i read it as "hear your footsteps" and i really liked that cause it was like you were the boogieman or something. but this is cool too.

v3
After you live your days away,
you want nothing but to not go back.
If you’re bogged with another attack,
just take a pill to ease the worry.
The pills fix everything.
You can not control yourself,
Emotions will keep running astray.
But you have little round tablets
To keep the misery away.
Solid

---These arent the final product, more like a rough draft

the rhyme scheme was really sporadic. there was no definite system going on. if it was no rhymes that'd be cool but the rhyming was just really random. that's all i have to say about it now. overall not too bad though.
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#3
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Guitars:
Martin DSR acoustic
Fender Telecaster
Epiphone Les Paul
Amp:
Fender Hot Rod Deluxe
Pedals:
535Q Crybaby>Fulltone OCD>Phase 90>EHX Big Muff>MXR Carbon Copy>EHX Holy Grail
You can call me Matt