Corrupted Visions: Slower Days
Hook:
slower days, slowing the physics in my brain/
slowing down the time length between each day/
slower days, can’t keep living on life in this way/
the pain to great, god please, When will she wake?/
Verse #1:
sleep, and dreams, 2 things that keep me from experiencing reality/
all the calamity that we can’t seem to steer away, draining life/
with every passing day, the feeling so strange, and I’m afraid/
of losing what’s so close to me, deemed to believe she can go on/
living life beyond these 4 walls, but unfortunately I’m wrong/
but what happened? when did this all start? I try to remember but it’s so hard/
but theirs a flash of light, a forgotten memory coming to life/
but it’s one that I can’t fight, not without u by my side/
I remember all the fun times, that we used to have/
we used to laugh, kiss, cuddle, and those times in bed I thought would always last/
and all this came to a crash, and I wait as I hold onto your soft hands/
for an answer, to the question that I asked/
Hook:
slower days, slowing the physics in my brain/
slowing down the time length between each day/
slower days, can’t keep living on life in this way/
the pain to great, god please, when will she wake?/
Verse #2:
I still remember the first day we met, it was at the the café in the mall/
and I still remember the way u dressed, heh that’s something I could never forget/
as I sat there and watched, as u lifted your cup to take a sip/
so soft were your lips, and I still cherish our first kiss/
and those first moments of our first date, the greatest day/
something I’ll never be able to erase away, and it’s strange/
about how good memories can be so filled with grief and pain/
But now my interpretation, and comprehension is in decay/
my brain stuck in a fray, I can’t take living this way/
but there’s only one reason why I stay, and it’s for u babe/
as I sit and await for a break, but u lie in death’s wake/
I try to osculate, but your spirit is so far away/
and I miss u, with every passing day/
Hook:
slower days, slowing the physics in my brain/
slowing down the time length between each day/
slower days, can’t keep living on life in this way/
the pain to great, god please, when will she wake?/
Verse #3:
a casting stone that could tumble but never fall/
was the way I felt within your arms/
the first night, that we went the whole 9 yards/
and after it was done, 1 month later, u carried my son/
it was the excitement, that put joy into all the fun/
until that gruesome day, u were brought down with the gun/
now I sit beside u, and watch, cuz for 6 months/
coma has stopped all signs of talk/
and it’s my fault, that my past life caught back up/
it could’ve been helped, if I were the one to take the shot/
but day after day, I find myself back in the same place/
mind being chased, so I can’t pace the way I brace/
to think, of the years past that I laid at waste/
but maybe I just wait for u to wake, to gain/
forgiveness and the answer to a question asked before that dreadful day/
Hook:
slower days, slowing the physics in my brain/
slowing down the time length between each day/
slower days, can’t keep living on life in this way/
the pain to great, god please, When will she wake?/
Verse #4:
1 month later and I’m still waiting here, every day I’m shedding one extra tear/
been spending most my nights alone, drowning my sorrows in hard liquor and beer/
till one day u finally moved, opened your eyes and we connected, 2 with 2/
in that hospital room, and I remember telling u I love u, and u said I love you to/
and u remembered the question that I asked u, and u said yes, I do want to marry you/
and we both smiled, exchanged a stare, thought it was gonna last, but u died right there/
labor came a month early, wheeled u to emerge, now I’m left, with nothing but pictures/
and memories, because the child, never made it to see his day of birth/
with nothing left to live for, I sat at home alone behind locked doors/
remembering all these thoughts, only makes the pain burn more/
I can’t live no more, fuck it, I’m ready to walk that last path of life/
by taking it, suicide on my mind, gripping the handle of that 9/
and to my son and wife, hold on, I’m coming to join the fly/
