Even when I sleep, the silence screams your existence.
Why should I suffer such pain on the comfort of my fortress?
Can’t hide no farther, can’t run faster.
All I can do now, is hide in a bottle of rum, beer or wine
Let their waters submerge me into passive opiate of “reality”
Where you are no one, and I’m a mirage
With my friends as shields no one can see my pain
With my friends as shields no one can see my rain
Flush out thru every pore of my so loved body,
Any essence of you, as my sweat starts to shrink
And my anxiety becomes obsolete
I’m back and my friends would forever be with me
Some might become roaches, and thrash,
But they were since the beginning just rats
That covered their faces with a fake friendly face
And behind all that, the reason was lie down
The reason to backstab every pore he would get his hands on
Friends are always there, but it takes time to unveil.