Swandive

Perhaps another day is what it needs to regenerate.

Twisted mind broken down, can't tell a heart what it should feel .

Keep the agony locked inside.

Have faith to hang on strong .

My mind doesn't trust mechanics.

Every part of me was fitted wrong.

Nothing that was ever built.

Troubled minds aren't meant to last.

A downfall of my sane thoughts.

Only anger had survived .

So much fury locked away.

The biggest part of me was only about you.

Unable to fix or fill this hole, user's manual has been erased .

A spare part I had forgotten.

So much fury I locked away .

This mechanic couldn't handle all this hatred in one place .

Pilot on automatic.

Nothing worse than a blind man's walk.

A constant painflow,

Severed head from heart.

Here is where the banished dwell, lying broken in the dust.

No tool known to man to fix the way I feel.

Image imprint reflects: stained steel waterfall.

They can't reach me. No salvation!

No hope left, for the answer I found denying takes me one step closer,

sending this body down to earth .

Hit the concrete. Facing concrete.

Swandive from above.

The biggest part of me lying scattered on the asphalt.

No one I ever told.

From heaven I descend...

So much fury, locked away.

Fix the way i feel stronger.