Song | I Wish I Was Dead |
Artist | Tonedeff |
Album | Death Is Silent |
Kno: | |
There's a cloud hanging over me | |
What's in my head | |
I can't see | |
There's a cloud hanging over me | |
What's in my head | |
I can't see | |
Tonedeff: | |
It seems I'm captive in a carnival | |
The main attraction | |
People stand in line for hours, stoked | |
They pay to laugh | |
and see me sabotage my charted goal to escape this trap | |
while reading transcripts of my horoscopes | |
Then it fades to black | |
Repeat the pattern till my heart of gold | |
is stained and cracked | |
Decreased in value | |
if I pawned it whole | |
would I make it back? | |
The things that matter seem so hard to hold, so I'll face the facts | |
And leave this planet how I found it | |
Lone | |
And embrace the casket | |
Feel so damaged, that I can hardly cope in a savage world, where the scars reopen at random | |
If you don't wanna choke, put a bandage over your parted throat | |
I'm man that's on his own and I can't get over these obstacles | |
And it adds a sting that the common folks are this adamant to think god's a hoax | |
And I'm outta hope | |
Though I'm strong I don't wanna live with the strain | |
No positive notes, no prospect glowing to give me the strength | |
I simply revisit the day that misery came | |
And, I wait for the light at the end of the tunnel, until it hits me | |
That it was a train | |
Kno: | |
There's a cloud hanging over me | |
What's in my head | |
I can't see | |
There's a cloud hanging over me | |
What's in my head | |
I can't see | |
I can feel my blood circulate the whole of my body | |
Cause there's holes in my body, like a blow from a shotty | |
I'm assuming it probably, cause the hospitals got me | |
I get up off the gurney and I am certainly wobbly | |
But it doesn't concern me that I am fervently nauseous | |
I'm not overly cautious, I just don't know what caused it | |
So I'm talking to doctors, asking where is my family | |
Or who was it that brought me, or who was it that shot me | |
Cause I'm hurt pretty badly, but my memory's shoddy | |
And nobody will help me, so I'm wobbling oddly | |
To the front of the lobby so maybe someone will spot me | |
But my face is in pieces maybe they don't recognize me | |
Now I'm just realizing, as I open my pocket | |
That my phone is inside it, so I'm frantically dialing | |
Trying to call my fiancé, maybe she's trying to find me | |
But I hear ringing behind me, and it strikes me as odd | |
I turn around as she walks up to finish the job | |
Tonedeff: | |
I'm wishing for dead. | |
The world is a weight around my neck. Oh, oh. oh. | |
I'm wishing for dead. | |
If today's like tomorrow, let this end. |
Kno: | |
There' s a cloud hanging over me | |
What' s in my head | |
I can' t see | |
There' s a cloud hanging over me | |
What' s in my head | |
I can' t see | |
Tonedeff: | |
It seems I' m captive in a carnival | |
The main attraction | |
People stand in line for hours, stoked | |
They pay to laugh | |
and see me sabotage my charted goal to escape this trap | |
while reading transcripts of my horoscopes | |
Then it fades to black | |
Repeat the pattern till my heart of gold | |
is stained and cracked | |
Decreased in value | |
if I pawned it whole | |
would I make it back? | |
The things that matter seem so hard to hold, so I' ll face the facts | |
And leave this planet how I found it | |
Lone | |
And embrace the casket | |
Feel so damaged, that I can hardly cope in a savage world, where the scars reopen at random | |
If you don' t wanna choke, put a bandage over your parted throat | |
I' m man that' s on his own and I can' t get over these obstacles | |
And it adds a sting that the common folks are this adamant to think god' s a hoax | |
And I' m outta hope | |
Though I' m strong I don' t wanna live with the strain | |
No positive notes, no prospect glowing to give me the strength | |
I simply revisit the day that misery came | |
And, I wait for the light at the end of the tunnel, until it hits me | |
That it was a train | |
Kno: | |
There' s a cloud hanging over me | |
What' s in my head | |
I can' t see | |
There' s a cloud hanging over me | |
What' s in my head | |
I can' t see | |
I can feel my blood circulate the whole of my body | |
Cause there' s holes in my body, like a blow from a shotty | |
I' m assuming it probably, cause the hospitals got me | |
I get up off the gurney and I am certainly wobbly | |
But it doesn' t concern me that I am fervently nauseous | |
I' m not overly cautious, I just don' t know what caused it | |
So I' m talking to doctors, asking where is my family | |
Or who was it that brought me, or who was it that shot me | |
Cause I' m hurt pretty badly, but my memory' s shoddy | |
And nobody will help me, so I' m wobbling oddly | |
To the front of the lobby so maybe someone will spot me | |
But my face is in pieces maybe they don' t recognize me | |
Now I' m just realizing, as I open my pocket | |
That my phone is inside it, so I' m frantically dialing | |
Trying to call my fiancé, maybe she' s trying to find me | |
But I hear ringing behind me, and it strikes me as odd | |
I turn around as she walks up to finish the job | |
Tonedeff: | |
I' m wishing for dead. | |
The world is a weight around my neck. Oh, oh. oh. | |
I' m wishing for dead. | |
If today' s like tomorrow, let this end. |