Chemical Vocation - Dispatch

Now for the freakshow, down an hollow end
Came to see me break down for what it's worth
Now for the last words we never said
I’m losing my voice in this fearful fight

Now for the pain

I see it for the first time, feel torn by the mess
Come and break me down now for what it’s worth
Manufactured good times, but I feel like home
Feel destined for that hysteric last way out

And I hope to shape this into a better life
To feel again, this dreadful pain is wrong
And I hope, I wrote down the last lines of this life
Could be wrong, but I guess it’s worth a try

Now for the freakshow, down an hollow end
Came to see me break down for what it's worth
(What it’s worth)
Now for the last words we never said
I’m losing my voice in this fearful fight Now for the pain
Victim mobile lives, victim minds and curtsy fights
It is up with me just running in circles

And I hope to shape this into a better life
To feel again, this dreadful pain is wrong
And I hope, I wrote down the last lines of this life
Could be wrong, but I guess it’s worth a try

I’m living by your rules
I’d write a thousand pages to be free
You were too strong for me
I’m living by your rules
I’d write a thousand pages to be free
You were too strong for me

With moral indecision and pure desperation
I wrote an end to a nightfall imagination
I felt the season change the lives of the unwanted
The leaves scattered as my smiling eyes
Started to bleed in confirmation
This was the end
Maybe not the disregard of thousend bleeding memories
‘Cause this story seems to fade
Too beautiful to be true

Too beautiful to be true
Too beautiful to be true
Too beautiful to be true
Beautiful to be true
Too beautiful to be true
Too beautiful to be
Too beautiful to be true
Too beautiful to be true