Dreams Over Reality

Out of Time

I have this issue where there's this lump in my throat
It's like the pain wraps around my neck like a coat.
I'm out of time in this world of turmoil and death
Like the man who created it all turned to smoking meth.
I'm basically confused but to an extent I can't understand
It's like I failed a battle that I hadn't even planned.
My lips are chapped like the sun-scorched desert sand
My soul was left untouched by the devil who took it by hand.
I'm running into the void only to be told i'm not allowed
I didn't really care about the darkness ahead I just wanted you to be proud.
It's as if you wanted to be happy but couldn't look me in the eyes
I'm tired of the distant gaze you give me like i'm full of lies.
The clock is ticking and the longer it takes the less time exists
The more I feel indifferent it seems the more cuts on my body persists.
Look at the damage that's done by the war we both took a side
In the end I already know that you were never for a ride.
I know I fucking tried to see through the past and get through your hidden lies.
But maybe I gotta look past that shit since I took the fall and decided to rise.
Maybe it's not meant to be a perfect life since i'm always getting cheated.
Maybe we should be put in a distant theatre watching our lives over and properly seated.
How long had it been this way where you had to lie to me to feel good about what be built?
No matter how shit looks in the end I knew it was something you killed.
I'm running out of patience and time with this game you're playing.
I want to finish this fucking nightmare and so my death is delaying.