Apart from the obvious, been suspicious of august
Malicious the whispers, I back broke for a piece of the promise
Lauded the timing
You don't want this, but I do want this
Apart from my search for solace, been haunted by august
Decisions do harm us, motivation is the one demon I harnessed
Apart from destruction, been wronged by august
Took a troubled moment for me to reach it
The pinnacle of depression
Happiness a lie I've sown, from lyric to poem
From written to spoken, always let my doubts grow...
Inside me seeds planted, beside what the grieving promised
A clear road to healing, but I don't see that coming
I see noose, gun, razor, me jumping off a skyscraper
Nothing got me like the promise of tomorrow
Nothing more wore me out like going to the same fountain
To bed with the same thoughts, Same angst, same Satan laughing