Raised and Erased
I am raised and erased, but I’m not a waste Nobody ever made history by following the rules Nobody, not ever Everybody wants to have a dream where they predict the future Everyone, all of them I don't want you to dry out I don't want you to dry out All of this time I've wasted waiting to feel alive I've sacrificed this time Wanting waiting to feel alive I'm choking on these thoughts while counting down these clocks And the hand strikes twelve I'm in Hell I'm in Hell I see you wasting, avoiding disgrace Go in for the tasting and feel out of place I see you wasting Go in for the tasting I saw the stranger in bath water Who lived in fear of deterioration Now wrinkles will paint the face, disgraced Pounding pains longing for the prime age Days are numbered Join the choir invisible I can save you, I can still save you Still save you Days are numbered Join the choir invisible I can save you, I can still save you Still save you Hearing hell, I'm not feeling well Can’t make history following rules Hearing hell, but I'm doing well Making history breaking the rules Breaking the rules I am raised and I'm erased But I am not a damn waste Days are numbered Days are numbered Join the choir with me I can save you I can save you I can tell the truth Days are numbered Days are numbered Join the choir with me I can save you I can save you I can tell the truth
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026