Novelists – "Ouroboros"

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  1. It's getting harder to breathe, harder to feel free
    It's getting tougher to write, tougher to feel things
    It's getting harder to live, harder to pay bills
    Hard to feel alive
    It's getting harder to breathe, harder to feel free
    It's getting tougher to write, tougher to feel things
    I need help
    I feel sick of taking these pills
    Life must be sweet once we're fucking dead…
    Yeah
    Once that we're dead
    Sometimes I drown in the sound
    By trying to find the silence
    (The silence!)
    Lost in the noise of this world
    Show me the way through the darkness
    I gotta pay, pay for a daydream
    Look at my soul, trapped with the bailiffs
    I might die, starving to death
    Biting my own tail again and again
    I can't hear myself think
    This fucking room must be talking
    'Cause I can hear it
    I see me kissing death between these walls
    Life must be sweet, yeah
    Life must be sweet on the other side
    I don't wanna pay for a fucking life that I don't want
    Because the rich get fat
    While the brave men die
    That ain't a lie
    It's sad to say but that's how the world fucking runs
    No, this is not for the money
    Put your doubts aside
    Music is not about filling a fucking bank account
    That's what they want
    Not what we fucking wanted
    It makes me sick
    Sick of seeing motherfuckers ruling the world whereas it burns
    Sick of living in a world that I don't understand
    Amongst the wolves
    Sometimes I drown in the sound
    By trying to find the silence
    (The silence!)
    Lost in the noise of this world
    Show me the way through the darkness
    If I'm a basket case, this casket will welcome me with open arms
    Like an old friend of mine
    Just like an old friend of mine
    Oh, I need a room to breathe
    No, I can't go on like this
    It's getting harder to breathe, harder to feel free
    It's getting tougher to write, tougher to feel things
    I need help
    I feel sick of taking these pills
    Life must be sweet once we're dead…
    FUCK!
    Hell's full, don't you see?
    Hell's full and we're dragged into the depths
    Oh shit… Heaven don't exist
    We dance between the devil's hands

  2. its getting harder to breathe
    harder to feel free
    its getting tougher to write
    tougher to feel things
    its getting harder to live
    harder to pay bills
    hard to feel alive

    I kneel down, im so sick of
    taking these pills
    …. once were fucking dead

    sometimes I drown inside
    I'm trying to find the silence
    lost in the noise of this world
    show me the way through
    the darkness

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