Beautiful and innocent, suitable and militant/

Are scripted on the walls of the cubicle I'm living in/

I'm different, if you take away that I'm gone/

A heart on my sleeve, with a razorblade jacket on/

In Babylon I would hold my breath and listen close/

To the ghosts of death the ocean kept when the winter 

froze/

Skin and bones, is what my burly bag of flesh will 

hold/

Digesting hope with another thirty pack as Lexapro/

Discomposed, from all the f**kin' ghosts that follow 

me/

Across a battered path of shattered glass and broken 

arteries/

It's oceanography the way the blood accumulates/

I'm rude awake, with one eye open like Homer's Odyssey/

And honestly, I don't need to make a difference/

I just want to live my life without a fee to pay 

admission/

Apathetic bliss in these apathetic days/

Cuz I'm apathetic mixed with the pass aggressive ways/

Anesthetic sprays from my tongue 'til the pain stops/

I'm trying to figure out if this is blood or the 

raindrops/

Love or a safe spot, think twice/

While I take another shot until the angels start to 

sing like.../



I've got a bone to pick with all these skeletons in 

closets/

They're breaking down the barriers, embellishing my 

losses/

And under all the verses, I wonder if it's worth it/

And whether it's irrelevant, the elements are constant/

No sleep and apparently a pen/

Is the perfect combination for the therapy again/

So I scribble in a pad 'til it carries me within/

All the ripples in my past that I carefully attend/

When all I got to do is take a look into my pedigree/

And mentally amenities will make another memory/

The penalties are lending me a bitter loss of energy/

A destiny of inhibition until my wings will set me 

free, now/

No time for regrets, keep moving forward and hope for 

the best/

Its all gone, I'll say so long and never let go of what 

I hold in my chest/

This is dedicated to the dedication left behind/

Me, a dedicated mental patient on a bed of knives/

I meant to find a certain person worthy of current 

purpose/

Searching through the epitaphs to make the dead alive/

And edify as I watch all the faces walking by/

Painted with perplexing looks, abrasions and awkward 

eyes/

Showing me to modify broken wings I've taught to fly/

Often I go and dream of a place across the sky/

Where I reside and dark breaks the light/

Never stop moving, a sharks way of life/

Set still as sparks drape the sky/

And debt builds, a heart pays the price with /

Love, pain, sun, rain, (I remember when my mother used 

to lie to me)/

hate, grace, blood stains (and I remember when my 

father used to lie to me)/

Life, death, time, rest, (and I remember when my 

teachers used to lie to me)/

this is my breath (and then they wonder why I have no 

faith in this society)/

I can't find stability I lack the right ability/

To act inside humility and magnify the will in me/

Every time I try to be, satisfy or feel at ease/

I'd rather be an actor and to act than try to deal with 

things/

Until I fall and I hit the rock bottom/

And I grieve with the leaves 'til I pray its not 

autumn/

The blood starts to draw and it falls from the wrists/

When the slits are across and I ball up a fists/

So call it a gift but I'm not living for the present/

When it all becomes the past and I can't listen to the 

questions/

Isn't it a blessing when I feel like I'm alive/

And I don't have to be another f**king cynic for a 

second/



[I remember somebody once asked me if I ever thought 

about regret... the answers no. Because when this 

masquerade is finally over I want to be remembered for 

who I am. Not who I was or who I wanted to be, cuz this 

right here, this is me, so follow this]



Even though I've never called it perfect/

When I die, I want to know it all was worth it/

I want to know that I tried my best with/

Embracing every moment that I was blessed with/

Every life, every death, every time that I wept/

Every moment, every person, every line that I said/

Every night, every day, every time every place/

Every kiss, every wish, every side of the maze/

Every cut, every bruise, every love that I'd lose/

Every time that I broke and the times that I grew/

Every drop of rain that these clouds would spew/

To help form the man that I amounted to/

And I'm thankful, that I am who I am/

And I've been where I've been and I came out grateful/

When it's finally time to make an exit/

Just know, that I don't regret a single second/



This is the exception to everything/

This is the exception to everything/

(Repeat x6)