Unmanageable - My Ruin

Pure

Self contained

I can feel the weight of my body

As my voice strains

Densensatized

From beauty scenes

The enemy is the fear

That falls inbetween

INSOMNIAC

I sleep awake

Displaced from my unconsious state

UNMANAGEABLE

Refuse to break

I talk back

Everyone needs a SCAPEGOAT

Someone to throw the rocks at

THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON

THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON

THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON

STAB

My soul is not for sale

I have not forgotten my past

But I will remove the nails

Force-fed your insecurities

I have bled with no regrets

For what I have said… before

Or for what… I plan to say next!

THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON

THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON

THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON

Odor of sanctity

Is not what you smell on me

Can’t make the dirty clean…

Control the magazine

Under the influence

I’ve learned to live with this…

So I will be your standard… of comparison

THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON

THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON

THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON

Your standard… for comparison