Rehashed

My head never rests on my shoulders facing the sun

I struggle to walk

The burden of this guilt i hide from you is growing

You'll never know what it is

This is the kind of person that i am

This is the kind of person i've turned into

In time of song i am the kamikaze dreamer

Clog my own throat; swallowed by color-tortured slumber

Now flying high i am the kamikaze dreamer

Gouge out my eyes; swallowed by color-tortured slumber

It becomes harder to breathe or think clearly

Remorse instigates an overkill of self-loathing the older i get

So i'll rest my deadbeat tongue, you'll dismiss me anyway