The Suffering
(feat. Hardcore Johnny)

 

Intro

 

YKC

What is this goin on in my head

Livin a life I'ma live to regret

I'm seein red like I bled from the head

It's like this everyday when I step outta bed

It's time to stop the monotony, inside of me,

Thereís gotta be, a way out of this State of mind

of gettin pissed For now I know it's just a wish

I'm just a bitch if I slit my wrist After the pain I just forget

And rip the same wound open again stitch for stitch

Just gotta get through the motions

Swim through this emotional ocean

Get to the root of what's causin commotion

Try and stop the madness but it keeps on coastin

 

Lifeís a nightmare and I lie awake

Always askin myself do I have what it takes

The world the way it is what's stressin me

That and the rest of me is the recipe

For what might lead to the death of me Is this a test for me, let's just see Questionably it's gonna take the best of me to find out just what's my destiny

 

Chorus

I donít need your sympathy, I canít take it in the ground I donít need your guilt on me, it sticks to me and it weighs me down,

and I donít need your bleeding heart, it makes a noisy rumbling sound, and I need your voice in me, itís my head and itís way too loud

 

The 23rd Stallion

Am I crazy? Cause I stare at the wall/

Am I gonna fall?/ I hope not/ demons,

beatin on my dome and they wonít stop/

hearin the ringing of a phone and I throw rocks/

cause Iím, kinda in the zone when I smoke pots/

just leave me alone or Iíll call the cops/

stop and watch/ the signs I see/

take ahold of the confusion blinding me/

this illusion keeps confining me/

This intrusion crippling my thoughts and moves/

thatís what I thought you do/

try to act all friendly like I bought ya food/

donít intrude/please believe if you hear me walkin/

someone is talking/ about putting me in a coffin or maybe its me/ flip the script, I hate being E, R, I, Seeing is believing/

leave me beatin or leave me bleedin/

doesnít really matter as long as weíre even/

donít understand how it got to this/

hope your watching this/ ainít no stopin this/ mental time bomb,

set to go off at any second/ a lot more dangerous than weapons Iím guessin/ lesson learned

 

Chorus

I donít need your sympathy, I canít take it in the ground

I donít need your guilt on me, it sticks to me and it weighs me down, and I donít need your bleeding heart,

it makes a noisy rumbling sound, and I need your voice in me,

itís my head and itís way too loud

 

Hook

This sufferingís the same,

My sufferingís the same,

 

Tur-Bo

I'm driven insane by from the pain

That I blame on the mistakes

That I make from the images seen

And the forms they take, so I try to stay awake cause

Iím afraid of the dark when I close both eyes

thatís when everything starts cause in dreams things seem how theyíre suppose to be, Ďtil the nightmares appear and take a hold of me,

Like smoke breathed in till its choking me

and then it plagues my soul, so ambition for goals

starts to take a toll, becomes low to the point

where I lose control of my whole inner being

eventhough I live life I do question its meaning

when I walk through a storm hope for summer and wonder,

Do I deserve this, How long should I suffer

Till I utter the words I canít take no more

Thought that was the door but the hallwayís blocked

find another way around but the exits locked and canít find the key or escape from the rage inside of me

wish fate sealed hate, be kind to me,

to unlock the soul that Iím trying to free

for all these years look at all these tears that I shed on the bed and the blood that I bled til it feels like Iím dead

but I know Iím not yet cause I still hear the voices

speak inside of my head

 

Chorus

I donít need your sympathy, I canít take it in the ground

I donít need your guilt on me, it sticks to me and it weighs me down, and I donít need your bleeding heart,

it makes a noisy rumbling sound,

and I need your voice in me,

itís my head and itís way too loud

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