This datura wasteland
Can't decipher real from fake
Tempted to dive into the lake
Somehow, somewhere...
I need an escape
Mental state completely dilapidated
Wrecked and rotted out
Sick of fighting this bout
Begging to feel the comedown
Time's ticking away
But yet here I lie
Still feeling all the pain
Saying to myself
When do I die?
Everything's spinnin'
Demon finds a way to keep winnin'
I'm heaving, not believing
Pleading for its dismissal
Just awaiting the airborne missile
But then it dawned on me
I forgot the damn pistol
Roots and stems
All the deadly elements
Seemed so innocent
Could've kept me missin' it
Had a deceptive aroma
Lured me inside its trap
Felt like I've been here for days
Could have been hours or minutes
Never-ending madness it is
Old friends visiting me
Deep talks, feels so real
Silhouettes hovering over me
Too much to process, I need to smoke this cigarette
But now I can't even see it
This datura wasteland
Can't decipher real from fake
Tempted to dive into the lake
Somehow, somewhere...
I need an escape
This datura wasteland
Ready for it to end before it began
Inside vents and tunnels
Shadow figures grew
Never failed to discover something new
Yet I didn't know who I was anymore
Questioned my own existence
Sky's falling, spiders crawling
Stared into nothingness
Revolving door of morphing faces
Cries and screams abound
Such a torturous cacophony
While I descended further into this pit of emptiness
The flower lets out its last hiss
Time to say... Goodbye
Brenden Nichols - Datura Lyrics
Brenden Nichols - Datura Lyrics
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This datura wasteland
Can't decipher real from fake
Tempted to dive into the lake
Somehow, somewhere...
I need an escape
Mental state completely dilapidated
Wrecked and rotted out
Sick of fighting this bout
Begging to feel the comedown
Time's ticking away
But yet here I lie
Still feeling all the pain
Saying to myself
When do I die?
Everything's spinnin'
Demon finds a way to keep winnin'
I'm heaving, not believing
Pleading for its dismissal
Just awaiting the airborne missile
But then it dawned on me
I forgot the damn pistol
Roots and stems
All the deadly elements
Seemed so innocent
Could've kept me missin' it
Had a deceptive aroma
Lured me inside its trap
Felt like I've been here for days
Could have been hours or minutes
Never-ending madness it is
Old friends visiting me
Deep talks, feels so real
Silhouettes hovering over me
Too much to process, I need to smoke this cigarette
But now I can't even see it
This datura wasteland
Can't decipher real from fake
Tempted to dive into the lake
Somehow, somewhere...
I need an escape
This datura wasteland
Ready for it to end before it began
Inside vents and tunnels
Shadow figures grew
Never failed to discover something new
Yet I didn't know who I was anymore
Questioned my own existence
Sky's falling, spiders crawling
Stared into nothingness
Revolving door of morphing faces
Cries and screams abound
Such a torturous cacophony
While I descended further into this pit of emptiness
The flower lets out its last hiss
Time to say... Goodbye
Can't decipher real from fake
Tempted to dive into the lake
Somehow, somewhere...
I need an escape
Mental state completely dilapidated
Wrecked and rotted out
Sick of fighting this bout
Begging to feel the comedown
Time's ticking away
But yet here I lie
Still feeling all the pain
Saying to myself
When do I die?
Everything's spinnin'
Demon finds a way to keep winnin'
I'm heaving, not believing
Pleading for its dismissal
Just awaiting the airborne missile
But then it dawned on me
I forgot the damn pistol
Roots and stems
All the deadly elements
Seemed so innocent
Could've kept me missin' it
Had a deceptive aroma
Lured me inside its trap
Felt like I've been here for days
Could have been hours or minutes
Never-ending madness it is
Old friends visiting me
Deep talks, feels so real
Silhouettes hovering over me
Too much to process, I need to smoke this cigarette
But now I can't even see it
This datura wasteland
Can't decipher real from fake
Tempted to dive into the lake
Somehow, somewhere...
I need an escape
This datura wasteland
Ready for it to end before it began
Inside vents and tunnels
Shadow figures grew
Never failed to discover something new
Yet I didn't know who I was anymore
Questioned my own existence
Sky's falling, spiders crawling
Stared into nothingness
Revolving door of morphing faces
Cries and screams abound
Such a torturous cacophony
While I descended further into this pit of emptiness
The flower lets out its last hiss
Time to say... Goodbye
Writer: Brenden Nichols
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