Clayman 2020
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I can't tolerate your sadness 'Cause it's me you are drowning (You're drowning me) I won't allow any happiness 'Cause every time you laugh, I feel so guilty (Guilty) I feel so guilty Am I forced to have any regret? I've become the lie, beautiful and free In my righteous own mind I adore and preach the insanity you gave to me Sell me the infection It is only for the weak No need for sympathy The misery that is me I've lost the ability to paint the clouds 'Cause it's me you're draining (You're draining me) I'm stuck in this slow-motion dark day 'Cause every time you run, I fall behind, I fall behind And so I hear my voice again The tale of the bitter man, here I am Shake the silence and hear what it says The tranquil pride that become the lie Sell me the infection It is only for the weak No need for sympathy The misery that is me Sell me the infection It is only for the weak On bleeding knees I accept my fate Sell me the infection It is only for the weak No need for sympathy The misery that is me Sell me the infection It is only for the weak On bleeding knees I accept my fate Sell me the infection It is only for the weak No need for sympathy The misery that is me Sell me the infection It is only for the weak On bleeding knees
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Mar 26, 2026
Do you feel anything at all? Do you hear steps at the door? Do you reckon the smell of....? It's life- the dark that binds you Frightened by your own smell Bitterness will run you through Silent screaming Turning, twisting the alphabet Frantic eyes Awaiting the answer Splinters of a poem Fragments of what you used to be Habitual and gullible Run-down memoirs is all that's left Do you wish to sleep? Do you aim for the shadow? Do you feel infected? It's life- the dark that binds you Frightened by your own smell Bitterness will run you through Silent screaming Turning, twisting the alphabet Frantic eyes Awaiting the answer Splinters of a poem Fragments of what you used to be Habitual and gullible Run-down memoirs is all that's left It's the cowardice that pulls you under And takes you to the end, where it begins Release, the world is waiting on your arrival Close your eyes, as we witness another bullet ride Do you know about atrocity? Do you know that everybody's gone? Do you know that you're on your own? It's life- the dark that binds you Frightened by your own smell Bitterness will run you through Silent screaming Turning, twisting the alphabet Frantic eyes Awaiting the answer Splinters of a poem Fragments of what you used to be Habitual and gullible Run-down memoirs is all that's left
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Mar 26, 2026
As I aim for that bright white day Conflict serum with my aura It seems that life's so fragile I guess I'll fly some other time I lack from superhighway thoughts Won't live as long as the city lights Soaked by underwater times Electric splash on a midnight drive Wish I could rape the day Just something radical Lost the sense of sweet things Who's gonna take me widely? Guided by the pinball map The driver - still unknown to me Who was sent to glorify? Before we injected this common pride Sometimes I don't belong Release me from your world Pacified by the small things in life I wait for earthquakes to rearrange Never been able to use the force I've only have it read to me Despite all the misguided faith I'll find a place in this mess Wish I could rape the day Just something radical Lost the sense of sweet things Who's gonna take me widely? Guided by the pinball map The driver - still unknown to me Who was sent to glorify? Before we injected this common pride Early morning moments A glimpse of joy But soon it's over and I return to dust As I try to be Everything and everyone I shrivel up and waste away Wish I could rape the day Just something radical Lost the sense of sweet things Who's gonna take me widely? Guided by the pinball map The driver - still unknown to me Who was sent to glorify? Before we injected this common pride
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Mar 26, 2026
Your self control makes me feel alone I've tried confidence, had it for breakfast today I've lost the perfection, a mess without words As the seasons change I'll continue to ignore The image I project is me without me The picture that I scanned is borrowed After the education you stopped making sense to me Seems to me that it's all the same Time and time and time and time again Slowly, what I believed in, turning into a lie To aim and miss, my supernatural art Spending too much time with myself Trying to explain who I am How come it's possible I wish there was a way I feel so invincibleI'm the sculpture made out of clay I need someone to break the silence Before it all falls apart I need something to cling onto Before I break you in parts So afraid of what you may think And all the plastic people that surrounds me I have to find the path to where it all begins To teach the world my supernatural art How come it's possible I wish there was a way I feel so invincible I'm the sculpture made out of clay
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Mar 26, 2026