Verse 1:
Accepting disappointment is like diving to a deep depth
You won't last long if you don't take a deep breath
Gasp for air, pretty fish surround, but it's no fun
High octane adrenaline and water begin to fill your lungs
Take it all in it's infinite glory and ravaging youthfulness
Hold onto all that makes meanings heartfelt and let go of the memory
Pride and ego are no longer needed, for the disappointment destroyed them
Disappointment ravaged all you held good and it's coming back round again
Stepping over all defenses you built up over all the years, campaign
Hatefilled attack on all importance that is held within the unlamenting brain
Heartfelt need for help is never saught out by those capable, driven insane
Chorus:
Hell on Earth rising up, fight the feeling
Despair and uselessness, keep it in
Find a market for the freedom
And funnel it through me
Verse 2:
Comet around the disappointing
Strength of the undead, dead and alive, all aspects conjoining
Disappointment encompa**ing an elevated height of life, overlord
Expectation the inevitable slave of the real world, wounded and bored
Force of nature pulling on the heart strings of a dead puppet
Next excuse leads to the end of all this, wounded
Walk the thinest line fathomable, ideas crowded
Foe and freind blur into one
Interchangable, belief of the repentant sacrificial c*nt
Best leave the leaf of wit and acceptability unturned
Stand up, sit down and throw about the proverb
Chorus x1
Verse 3:
Soundtrack for this dead organism of inconcievability no longer known
Intent of the unusual creep or wierdo is unkown
I kept in the feeling of disappointment when I stood at the edge and got left
Right back into the now, and I'm livid, living, probably for the best
I don't hit back, hit out or hit them for fear of reprimended and sent back
Stop the fist flying and the mouth moving before everything fades to black
This is the end of the start and the start of the end, simultaneously
Fortify the venue of darkness and let out all the insignificants
Disappoint heaven and hell, let it all come up in the afterlife, secret syndicate
Snipers aiming for the head of the dude willing to stand out, to change
Chorus x1