Introvert Heavy Sighs Spoken Softly Lyrics

They say I need to speak more, I need a better outlet.
I’ve been digging through the thoughts so long my fingers became calloused.
Lost the feeling in my palms so I reached towards the sky
Hoping stars would burn the fingerprints left there those lonely nights.
I couldn’t reach. It was a strange sensation,
When the lines in my hands became constellations.
My skin’s not think or rough, I’m not strong enough
To confront the night but the moonshine helps me sober up.
I’ve traveled down the same road kicking yellow bricks home
Walking empty handed, pockets full of false hope.
Stared at myself, he stared back at me
Crossed his legs and asked, “Well what do you believe?”
I said, “The sky that I’m under resembles my coffin
And all the roads I walk are worn down and broken
Imitate the sheep still dressed in wolf skin
And pretend every carnivore I meet is my brethren.
Got lost in translation somewhere between the seams
When I stitched myself together with lies and broken dreams
I’m not complaining life’s as good as it can be
Its just odd when the man in the mirror can’t understand me.
Even he could never know about the places I’ve been
Or how it feels to have a mid-life crisis at ten.
Strangely I died before I ever hit twenty.
I may just be a carcass but this grave looks lovely.

I sold my soul today. I sold my soul today.
It wasn’t worth what the devil paid. If I did something wrong then I apologize
But at this point in my life I like to feel alive.
I know this body was never really mine
But it feels like it could be at some times
So tonight I hope that you come to understand
This wasn’t in the plan, all the footprints in the sand
Led me to the truth, I finally realized
I’m just weaving through another ghost’s life and that’s alright.
I’ll keep my mouth shut but my tongue stretched acres
I’ll apologize now for what I’ll say later.
But I guess it doesn’t matter, every word gets scattered
If I had to choose between silence or death, I would pick the latter.
And I did. There was too much left unspoken
Couldn’t care less if the windows to my soul are broken.
Sure it leaves a mess but you shouldn’t be distressed
I’m not the only one that ever flew over the cuckoo’s nest
Found what wasn’t lost, now I know the cost
That a martyr must pay to signify a just cause.
Death doesn’t care what you believe in
As if faith is nothing more than an escape from our demons.
I regret nothing. Since I won’t wake up tomorrow,
I can rest assured I’ll never use the time I borrowed
So close your eyes and forget me please
So I won’t be so embarrassed when I have to leave.

I sold my soul today. I sold my soul today.
It wasn’t worth what the devil paid.