"Romantic Horror Story"

Losing our originality and compatibility.

Nothing to say but “I’m sorry”.

Loneliness is a hell of a drug,

We’ve become zombies in a romantic horror story.

Acting all for pretend, 

Getting all the attention. 

Nobody can touch you, 

Looking down at anyone who tries. 

Hate how it never ends, 

The wait for something big. 

Being the 3rd wheel’s fine enough

Until the big rig needs you to be the 9th. 

Torture as the crawdads sing,

Line up and consume the content. 

Everybody’s confused on what 

Love really is, keep prepping up for the demand to fall. 

We all want love. 

It’s always been annoying

That we can’t give the retailers 

A heads up. 

We can't market this anymore. 

I don’t care if I’ve lost my way.

You don’t deserve to say that I don’t deserve

To live my life away from 

This romantic horror story! 

And now everybody’s on the run, 

Trying to swim before they sink.

They all try selling the joys of marriage 

But only spew out toxicity.

Now we’re living with two-faced hypocrisy,

But that’s the only way to make

Love these days is exciting. 

What message are you telling? Because to me this is all a romantic horror story. 

I know my worth doesn’t belong to you.

But man does this pain still sting. 

All the scars in the world can heal but 

I’m still bleeding in heartbreak. 

Perhaps I’ve run the course,

Perhaps my demand isn’t meeting the quota of the stock. 

Mr. Prometheus faded out in his dreams, 

Maybe that’s what they wanna do to me. 

On the factory line:

Be sold and consumed. 

Only a product to consume. 

No attachment, only a toy to place with. 

The man in the mirror looks at me,

But too bad the noose got to him first. 

The bloodshot eyes reminds me of 

The lipstick on her lips, they form a frown when I walk in. 

Can’t I say this isn’t fun anymore? 

Because at this point going on is tiring. 

Getting a stamp of approval 

From those who discard others ain’t fun. 

Don’t you understand 

That the cave 

Is where we all wanna be? 

Living it out in our 

Days in darkness 

Where nobody 

Can touch the eternal sunshine. 

We were taught to 

Want to be trapped in a cage.

Taught to embrace 

The fact that we’ve been erased.

I signed my will 

In cold blood. 

Anything to get outta here. 

But the world struck back,

Citing the creed that 

Humanity was to not 

Be unique and die normally. 

As the wise man 

In the mirror once said, 

We all are born original 

But die photocopies. 

Every time we lived 

Down here, we embraced

The darkness. Hated the 

Sight of the light. 

Why should I want something I can’t have?

After all, it’s what 

The deal said when the salesman went to Heaven.

In cold blood 

We signed the will 

Where we were to be forgotten. 

Unable to live out our days in glory.

In cold blood,

We try to make it happen. 

Try to murder to get what we want. 

But we don’t ask if we actually care about the person. 

We only want to consume like 

A product on a shelf. 

No more content with the performance, 

Just get rid of what doesn’t work. 

Isn’t that the story we wanna be making? 

A romantic horror story with a tragic ending?

In this factory line I stand, 

Stuck forever in this product supply. 

No matter who I am, no matter what worth I got,

We’re all discarded and heartbroken.

In cold blood, 

We murder others in our hearts 

Just to get what we want. 

A romantic horror story that’ll never end… 

We’re all products on a shelf that get used and mistreated like toys.

Thought that the stamp of approval 

Would go to “I”. 

Anything to survive this world 

Of comparison. 

Losing our originality and desire for reality.

Nothing to say but “I’m crying”.

Loneliness is a hell of a curse,

We’ve become zombies in this romantic horror story.

Does it mean we’ll never forget? 

I hate that I’m always living in regret. 

Does it mean that I’ll always drown 

The river where roses stay afloat as the current makes so much sound?

Originality doesn’t sell. 

Kill the head, replace it with 

Who gets to sit on the chair.

Does it mean I’ll always regret 

What mistakes have led up to this? 

And what is amazing 

Is that we still feel entitled?

Is love really that transcending? 

Because you spread the wrong 

Message with those actions of yours. 

You have it all so why are you treating it for granted?! 

Under this consumerism and comparison we’ve become zombies in a romantic horror story.