Her roads kind of windy,
a bit of a mess,
and she's not sleeping,
nightmares she's living,
But misery's incorporated,
as she lays dying,
unable to resist,
the darkness thats blinding,
more things eat her inside,
than she's ever showed,
in the amount of years,
she's been around.
Pay attention,
to the deadly drones,
of his requiem,
playing its own tune.
Somehow,
misery's incorporated,
in its own deadly reason,
its own suffering,
never to have an ending,
never to be complete.
In its killing,
its slowly wounded itself.
If you listen,
to the winds harsh gale,
you'll hear the cries,
of the lonely and scared.
Yea, Misery's incorporated,
in their dying
unable to face,
such a brutal beating.
In death,
they'll find more,
than they ever found,
in living this life.
So are you listening?
are you paying attention?
cause this worlds,
not so harmless.
Your just helpless,
cause misery's incorporated,
and your not even aware,
not even feeling death.
your not even taking,
the final breath your allowed.
