Textures - Swandive

Perhaps another day is what it needs to regenerate. Twisted mind broken down, can't tell a heart what it should feel . Keep the agony locked inside. Have faith to hang on strong . My mind doesn't trust mechanics. Every part of me was fitted wrong. Nothing that was ever built. Troubled minds aren't meant to last. A downfall of my sane thoughts. Only anger had survived . So much fury locked away. The biggest part of me was only about you. Unable to fix or fill this hole, user's manual has been erased . A spare part I had forgotten. So much fury I locked away . This mechanic couldn't handle all this hatred in one place . Pilot on automatic. Nothing worse than a blind man's walk. A constant painflow, Severed head from heart. Here is where the banished dwell, lying broken in the dust. No tool known to man to fix the way I feel. Image imprint reflects: stained steel waterfall. They can't reach me. No salvation! No hope left, for the answer I found denying takes me one step closer, sending this body down to earth . Hit the concrete. Facing concrete. Swandive from above. The biggest part of me lying scattered on the asphalt. No one I ever told. From heaven I descend... So much fury, locked away. Fix the way i feel stronger.