The Bipolar Disorder Project - Anna's Nightmare

She wakes up in the morning
Her eyes searching her room
A joyful smile against the gloom
Of a new day

She stares across a painting
Absorbed, exchanging looks
As a trail of Schelling books
Are paving her way

Sunlight cracking though the window
Showering her face
As each ray would trace
The head of a Mae

The floor creaks softly
Underneath her naked feet
As she heads down to eat
And start her day

Such a beauty
Never fading
Come to me
My innocence

Treading slowly
Never stopping
Bathed in beautiful
Innocence

She stares into the mirror
Her eyes glistening
A cold necklace stiffening
The skin on her neck

The golden chain comes of
And she fits into her dress
As she starts to caress
The scar on her chest

For fifteen years
She held her head down for her friends
Following the latest trends
And all would smile

They say
"I wish I was like you
Ambitious, smart and strong willed too"
And she hoped so too

Such a beauty
Always fading
Come to me
My innocence

Treading slowly
Never stopping
Veiled from what is
Killing her

Killing her

With every beat one hair falls down
Till you can fit my crown

Your heart is racing quickly
Your head is spinning sickly
You hear the beat inside you
You feel it bite and chew

You stare into a lightbulb
And never feel the pull
And you turn up the white noise
Hoping to keep your poise

Outrunning the bulldozer
But it keeps getting closer
Black shadows right behind you
Unrellenting on pursue

Preparing the incision
Subverting to high treason
You see yourself denying
That you are slowly dying

Fear sets the tempo here
Before you dissappear
Showing you compassion
Drowning in the mansion

Preparing the incision
Subverting to high treason
And it keeps getting closer
And it keeps getting closer

How long do people need to push the knife
Until it reaches your heart?
And hold your mouth open so you can take
A nice good look at who you really are
And every little compliment feels like buzzing in your ear
The truth is you couldn't give two shits
Cause you barely even give a fuck about yourself

You listened your whole life to people talk about your immortal potential
While spending all this time looking for your own mortality
But you didn't even pay attention
As long as people are happy watching you skip around your life
You are happy to wait till your hair falls off
To fit my crown

Who knows you best?
Every time you try to rest
I am the exhumer
Who brings out the best in you

I will defile
Till nothing's left but drought
Just force your smile
Till you start foaming at the mouth

There's a reason
For every drop you bleed
The soul's in season
So let the roaches set you free

Who knows you best?
The guest you're keeping in the mirror
I've been waiting for eons
To find someone as broken as you

With every beat
One tiny hair falls down
Rince and repeat
Till you can fit into my crown

There's a reason
For every drop you bleed
The soul's in season
So let the roaches set you free

Distance growing faster
Cleaners in the graveyard
Don't mind the ramblings of a forecaster
It doesn't have to be hard

Angels waiting for you
Put your head to rest
In the morrow, reborn anew
It's just a nightmare

Written by:
Robert Cotoros

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