[Verse 1: Time]
Some called him crazy, others called him blessed
Cause he saw the apocalypse in every Rorschach test
He had visions of dying young and staying pretty
Below the concrete he knew there was a beach under the city
He walked into the sea, with no intention of coming back
But his alarm woke him up to that same REM track
He told his boss, dying is the only thing we all have to do
His boss said, "Do what I say, or I'll f**ing fire you"
He was obsessed, he knew all the names of d**h
He knew a way to die for every letter in the alphabet
He liked to write stories that had an ironic lesson
Like the depressed man who OD'd on anti-depressants
Did he want help, or did he want to die?
It's hard to tell when desire comes, it seems the two collide
He personified life, his best adjective was b**h
Then he told God, you can't fire me I quit
[Hook: Jason Horodyski]
Awake each day, diminished
Watch him wade, the soft erasure
He left his face, in weeping hands
And slipped through space, with Silvia he sails
[Verse 2: Time]
He called into work today, he's giving things away
He didn't take his pills he's in the hills with the daffodils
Madness carves its own reality, he stabbed his into the stories he wrote
There's a thin line between creativity and crazy is his favorite quote
Everyone's dysfunctional, there is no sane, there is no perfect
But he's a genius, he does what he loves and lets insanity surface
His stories were Pulitzers, he could've won Nobel prizes
Only problem was, the author wasn't a survivor
He said "Everybody hurts, take comfort in your friends"
Then he pulled out a gun and k**ed himself to REM
His life and art was priceless, but he couldn't see the value
The world didn't understand him, better yet it didn't know how to
His daughter found his writings, his words were peaceful and true
She cried and said "This world wasn't meant for someone as beautiful as you"
No suicide note was left, no answers just a scar
Just silence and a reminder about how violent we all are
[Hook: Jason Horodyski]
Awake each day, diminished
Watch him wade, the soft erasure
He left his face, in weeping hands
And slipped through space, with Silvia he sails