(0131) empty; your promise

for the whole last week, i've barely gotten by on a gallon of milk and a box of cereal. it's a cruel world when the sky is blue for them just because they've got their goals to reach. the mirror says i'm a fucking joke, and if i just be myself, it's not enough for them. so where's the things that i really need? forgot again, they're hidden up my sleeve. don't even have enough money to bleed, but i'm picking away at the scabs on my knee. just fall asleep, and you'll be okay... tomorrow you can wash those tears away. the only truth has now become the only lie so i won't hold my breath when i'm about to fly.

and in the ambience, i hear the voice of god, and he says, "you'll never remember any of this at all when it ends - so don't worry, don't worry, your suffering's all in your HEAD. just trust me and eventually the sky will turn red. you've done nothing at all, you've done nothing at all. they're the ones who are already dead."