Swandive - Textures

Perhaps another day is what it needs to regenerate

Twisted mind broken down, can’t tell a heart what it should feel

Keep the agony locked inside

Have faith to hang on strong

My mind doesn’t trust mechanics

Every part of me was fitted wrong

Nothing that was ever built

Troubled minds aren’t meant to last

A downfall of my sane thoughts

Only anger had survived

So much fury locked away

The biggest part of me was only about you

Unable to fix or fill this hole, user’s manual has been erased

A spare part I had forgotten

So much fury I locked away

This mechanic couldn’t handle all this hatred in one place

Pilot on automatic

Nothing worse than a blind man’s walk

A constant painflow

Severed head from heart

Here is where the banished dwell, lying broken in the dust

No tool known to man to fix the way I feel

Image imprint reflects: stained steel waterfall

They can’t reach me.

No salvation!

No hope left, for the answer I found denying takes me one step closer

Sending this body down to earth

Hit the concrete.

Facing concrete

Swandive from above

The biggest part of me lying scattered on the asphalt

No one I ever told

From heaven I descend

So much fury, locked away

Fix the way I feel stronger