Thequietkid

(Chorus/intro)
White paint, grey walls,
Keeping away from the edge or I might fall.
Some days it just comes easy, it feels like I’m sleeping,
But there always comes the day where darkness is creeping.
Around the corner, I can’t see it but I know it’s there peeping.
How can I work when I know it’s watching me all the time?
I feel like I’m sitting out my sentence, why can I not remember the crime?

Words on the page but they’re not mine,
They’re the thoughts of the demons I’m keeping inside.
The ideas they are giving me sound just fine,
Gotta scribble it faster before I run out of time.

(Bridge)
My brain becomes a picture frame,
People come see it like an antique train.
This train of thought goes only one way,
I’m the conductor, but I’m not in charge, I must obey.
I pretend that I am ok but I know deep down I’m not the same.
How did I end up stuck in this game,
I’m at the bottom, still falling, no one knows my name.

(Verse 1)
Every day I check again…
Nothing!
Every night I wonder why I ever began…
I’m hoping for something!
Will the waiting ever end?

Writing is my therapy,
Someday it may bring me peace.
Or I might be heard, and someone receives a piece of my mind,
Success might come chasing after me.

But, of course, this is all a dream,
Like owning a unicorn, or shooting laser beams.
Dreams are free and it’s not only me,
I’m not the only one that wants to be top of the tree.
……
Looks like I’ve got a lot of competition

(Chorus)
White paint, grey walls,
Keeping away from the edge or I might fall.
Some days it just comes easy, it feels like I’m sleeping,
But there always comes the day where darkness is creeping.
Around the corner, I can’t see it but I know it’s there peeping.
How can I work when I know it’s watching me all the time?
I feel like I’m sitting out my sentence, why can I not remember the crime?

Words on the page but they’re not mine,
They’re the thoughts of the demons I’m keeping inside.
The ideas they are giving me sound just fine,
Gotta scribble it faster before I run out of time.

(Verse 2)
I feel it in my sleep,
The burning urge to take the leap.
Leap into the unknown or I’ll never be known,
I should just kiss goodbye to my ghost throne,
‘Cause it’s easier to give up before I fill my cup,
I feel these strings holding me back, give me scissors and I’ll start to cut.
Just because it’s hard, doesn’t mean I have to stop, the only way from here is up,
One day I’ll become someone I can feel it in my gut.

Imagine waking up after a nightmare that I lost,
To find out in the end all my struggles were worth the cost.
My words are on the big TV, not spoken by me because I don’t think I’ll sing,
But through someone else’s mouth all I will hear is cha-ching!
I’m waiting for that time to come because every day I check again…
Nothing!
Every night I wonder why I ever began…
I’m hoping for something!
Will the waiting ever end?

(Bridge)
My brain becomes a picture frame,
People come see it like an antique train.
This train of thought goes only one way,
I’m the conductor, but I’m not in charge, I must obey.
I pretend that I am ok but I know deep down I’m not the same.
How did I end up stuck in this game,
I’m at the bottom, still falling, no one knows my name.

(Verse 3)
Every day I check again…
Nothing!
Every night I wonder why I ever began…
I’m hoping for something!
Will the waiting ever end?

Will the waiting ever end?

Will the waiting ever end?

Will the waiting ever end!

(Chorus)
White paint, grey walls,
Keeping away from the edge or I might fall.
Some days it just comes easy, it feels like I’m sleeping,
But there always comes the day where darkness is creeping.
Around the corner, I can’t see it but I know it’s there peeping.
How can I work when I know it’s watching me all the time?
I feel like I’m sitting out my sentence, why can I not remember the crime?

Words on the page but they’re not mine,
They’re the thoughts of the demons I’m keeping inside.
The ideas they are giving me sound just fine,
Gotta scribble it faster before I run out of time.

(Verse 4)
I don’t know if I like these walls,
The colour’s grey, doesn’t really call,
To the imagination but then again it leaves space for innovation.
In my mind I sit here planning decoration,
I stare deeper like a rocket ship prepared for exploration.
The colour gives potential, will it get lighter or darker?
If it gets darker then it won’t really matter,
‘Cause it’ll give me more material to keep on writing.
Give me a better reason to keep on fighting,
Fighting to get these lyrics out of my head,
And onto the internet where it might help someone else instead.

(Ending)
White paint, grey walls,
I don’t fear the edge, I don’t care if I fall.
All that matters is that I help with building the fence,
That was started by others to keep people away from the edge.
This is why I joined the game, and I don’t care if no one learns my name,
The main goal is to help people, it’s not about glory and fame.

(Intro)
One week in this game,
Gotta say, I feel the same.
So far I can’t complain,
I won’t be defined by its name.

(Chorus 1)
Rising up higher than the clouds above the mountain top,
Wondering if I’ll ever drop.
Flying at a height that’s new,
Fearing the fall that’s due.
……
Then I’ll back crash down again!

(Chorus 2)
I’ve travelled this road before,
A thousand times or more.
Waiting for the day,
All the colours turn to grey,
And everything fades away.

(Verse 1)
Few of us know this world,
Fewer still will inhabit and build.
Day by day, more people join,
Some of them must spend their coin.
In our world, sleep is scarce,
Some may try, but others won’t dare.
The stories we tell shouldn’t be ignored, I don’t know what I’m hoping for.
I wish we didn’t live here anymore.

On an island, I sit to relax,
Night creeps by, the water turns to black.
The water is rising,
Why do I find this surprising?
Reality melts away,
And the all colours turn to grey.
The water and it’s waves sweep away all I thought I knew,
Now I’m stranded somewhere new.

(Bridge)
Six months now, and it ain’t the same.
Now I’m starting to complain.
By sudden surprise, it had came,
And I’ll never forget it’s name.

(Chorus 2)
I’ve travelled this road before,
A thousand times or more.
Waiting for the day,
All the colours turn to grey,
And everything fades away.

(Verse 2)
There’s no escape from the water that is rising,
Why not give up now on the fighting?
Every day it feels like I’m dying,
Every night, fear burns from within like lightning.
Why does it have to be so damn frightening?!
…..
I can’t give up! I still have to try,
Ignoring the voices telling me to cry.
Waves retreat from my island, and I give it time to dry,
Now I’ll prepare for when darkness is nigh.

(Chorus 1)
Rising up higher than the clouds above the mountain top,
Wondering if I’ll ever drop.
Flying at a height that’s new,
Fearing the fall that’s due.
……
Then I’ll back crash down again.
Then I’ll back crash down again.
…..
Then I’ll back crash down again!

(Bridge)
Two years in, now alot has changed,
The main thing is I’m no longer afraid.
I don’t fear the water’s return nor do I fear the beast’s roar,
Rewind a little bit, this started when I found the oar:

(Verse 3)

I would follow the flow of the tide, it’s not like I had a choice,
Time flies as days go by, I thought I had lost my voice.
On a rock is where I dock,
To be honest it was really quite a shock.
Like a gift from the heavens,
Winning the jackpot with lucky sevens.
Now I can decide my fate.
Choose the date I’ll arrive at heaven’s gate.

(Chorus 2)
I’ve travelled this road before,
A thousand times or more.
Waiting for the day,
All the colours turn to grey,
And everything fades away.

(Verse 4)
The veterans of our world must become the teachers of the confused,
We won’t let our words ever be refused.
One day they’ll realise we are still the same,
Don’t be afraid to ask us about it’s name.
When people don’t learn,
It becomes our concern,
And the bridge between our worlds will crumble away.

(Final chorus/ending)
Rising up higher than the clouds above the mountain top,
Wondering if I’ll ever drop.
Flying at a height that’s new,
Fearing the fall that’s due.

Rising up higher than the clouds above the mountain top,
Wondering if I’ll ever drop.
Flying at a height that’s new,
Fearing the fall that’s due.

Rising higher.
Higher and higher.
Looking down at all that’s new.
Are you falling too?
Fearing the crash you know is due?

Together we will stand.
(No one left behind)
Until the grass turns into sand.
(Fighting for all mankind)
We will hold this land.
Forever till the end.
Our will can never bend

Pull the band, stretch it tighter,
Bring the matches and the lighter.
They did not know we were the fighters,
In the shadows, we sit and listen,
To the enemy as they plan their mission.
One night I had a vision,
That every man and every woman marched to join our division.
They thought we would lay down and let them win.
(Ha) But they will never learn,
Light the match, spark the fuse, the fire of righteousness is not our concern,
So sit back and watch them burn.

A victory so great, our ancestors will turn in their graves,
Heavy slice to a devastating stab, more blood we start to crave.
Hear them coming down the hall,
Hold the line, form shield wall.
In the middle of the brawl,
Bow strings were drawn,
And away their vermin king crawled.

The band thins, growing weak,
It’s nearing its end.
Legend says when the band snaps,
We will rise again.

They think they’re safe behind their crumbling walls,
This is where their legacy falls,
This is how our destiny calls.

Together we will stand.
(No one left behind)
Until the grass turns into sand.
(Fighting for all mankind)
We will hold this land.
Forever till the end.
Our will can never bend

Thread by thread departs from the loop,
Snatching back as it’s detaching.
The desperate eyes of men it is catching.
Is this our moment? Is this our chance?
Descending from the clouds is a war-like trance,
Enchanting sword, axe and lance.

Remember the past, and all that was cast,
(They humiliated us)
They treated us as their slaves.
(We became outcasts)
No more will we endure, it’s time to raise our blades.
(They created a monster………little did they know…this monster has sharp teeth)
(This monster never sleeps!)

Earth shakes and ice breaks as the band crashes to the ground ,
Waters rage and fires blaze, we are Lucifer’s hellhound.
Release the pigeons with the message because it’s time for them to dig their graves,
In the years to come, when the injustice is undone, no one will remember their names.
Brothers and sisters, we’ll be immortalised as the saviours of the human race,
We’ll live forever in every book, bringing life into every page.
The fables of courage and tales of rage.
Once, we were all prisoners locked in a cage,
Then the prophecy was fulfilled, a quest heroes would attempt age after age.
(“Legend says when the band snaps we will rise again.”)

Ghosts of the fallen, the old and the young,
Echo through the valleys in the form of a traveller’s tongue.
The cries of the wounded branded, like hot iron, into the minds of the skalds,
Who mournfully recite the dying breaths in the halls.
Live for the moment but never forget,
We would not be here if it wasn’t for the sacrifice of the dead.

Together we will stand.
Until the grass turns into sand.
(No one left behind)
We will hold this land.
(Fighting for all mankind)
Forever till the end.
Together we will stand.
….
Together we will stand.
….
Together we will stand.

Stay at home and stay in bed,
Forget about the pain you bled.
Scream at the walls for what you’ve done,
If it makes you feel like you’ve won.
Or you can walk out the door and come with me,
Leave the cage and you will be set free.
Jump out the plane and hit the floor,
Cut the rope and land in the fjord.
If it makes you feel alive.

Walking inside the lions’ den,
Dressed in a coat of goat and hen.
He laughed at what he has become,
To the pain and suffering, he is numb.
Did you hear what he has done?
He freed his mind and opened his eyes.
Blood soaks through as he surely dies.
Was it worth it though, to flow with the tide?
Yes it was… because for that one brief moment, he truly felt alive.

Down the road he used to walk,
Faces solemn, the colour of chalk.
Don’t be mistaken they are not mourning,
They are just grim that it’s a Monday morning.
Zombies, they are, trudging back to their graves,
Working 9 to 5 to pay for the Thursday raves.
For the moment they think they’re alive,
But soon the drugs will wear off and harder they will cry.

Stay at home and stay in bed,
Forget about the pain you’ve bled.
Scream at the walls for what you’ve done,
If it makes you feel like you’ve won.
Or you can walk out the door and come with me,
Leave the cage and you will be set free.
Jump out the plane and hit the floor,
Cut the rope and land in the fjord.
If it makes you feel alive.

In the night, she would fight,
Searching for trouble until it was bright.
Why did she do this? She would never share,
Ask her two times, you’ll receive a glare.
Third time? Ha! There are no survivors to tell you what comes next.
“I’ll call the police”, she says: “be my guest”,
No one will believe the mum of three is beating up the thugs and thieves.
Her mind held the key to the vault of her mischief,
She fell in love with the thrill the first time she took a dive,
This is what makes her feel alive.

Do we know the difference between what is wrong and what is right?
Do you know the difference between what is wrong and what is right?
Do I know the difference between what is wrong and what is right?

Is it right to start a fight just because someone stole your kite?
Is it wrong to smoke a bong listening to your favourite song?
Why is it right to work day and night, in hopes that you can reach a new height?
Why is it wrong to sing a song that makes your country look like a mong?

Break the chains, destroy the brain,
Run away aboard the train.
Forget about tomorrow, just live for today,
Control is what they want but do not obey.

It’s just like I to you:
walk out the door and come with me,
Leave the cage and you will be set free.
This is what it’s like to finally feel alive.

Stay at home and stay in bed,
Forget about the pain you’ve bled.
Scream at the walls for what you’ve done.
….
Scream at the walls for what you’ve done.
….
Scream at the walls for what you have done.
….
Scream at the walls for what you have done!

Does it really feel like you’ve won?
It doesn’t matter, the past cannot be undone.
Life is like a loaded gun:
You know you have it in your hand,
You know the damage that can be done,
But the outcome still surprises you,
You’re so shocked when out come the guts.
What did we really expect?
A hero to save us, to turn back time?
Then everything would turn out fine?
It’s too late now the damage is done,
The devil inside may have won,
But who said that it won’t be fun.
It might even make you feel alive.

Stay at home and stay in bed,
Forget about the pain you’ve bled.
Scream at the walls for what you’ve done,

Jump out the plane and hit the floor,
Cut the rope and land in the fjord.
If it makes you feel alive.

Suicidal, temperamental, drinking like there’s no tomorrow.
Eating cake, mental breaks, counting down the time it takes.

when will the pills take away the heart’s ache?
Staring at the stars till they fade away,
The sky cracks as darkness breaks,
And the sun dawns on a brand new day.

Congratulations, you survived another day.

Mental illness is not a choice, but still some wear it on their sleeve.
Like a scarf or summer hat, left to flow gently in the breeze.
They are the ones that don’t understand this is not a game,
It is just as pathetic as pretending to be lame.

Listen up people! Being a little blue doesn’t make you depressed.
Just because you can’t sit still and follow rules, it doesn’t mean its ADHD.
When you’re relaxing and watching TV,
Up comes something new, that you might see.
So you think to yourself “that could be me”.

You don’t realise the damage it’s done,
To countless lives, even to those who won.
But still you’ll pretend the illness is deep within,
When in reality you’re fine, but a fairy tale you begin.
Bragging to all who will listen about your life changing vision,
Acting that way becomes your brand new mission.

Suicidal, temperamental, drinking like there’s no tomorrow.
Eating cake, mental breaks, counting down the time it takes.

Sometimes I’ll approach the door,
Then crash down to the floor.
I can’t do this anymore.
It’s easier to pretend like I don’t give a damn till the end,
My mind won’t break, but it can bend.

Every day….every single fxxxing day…this is what I must suffer,
But very few of us understand anymore.
This ain’t our choice, this isn’t fashion.
We don’t see the blade thinking this is our passion.

Mental illness is not a choice, but still some wear it on their sleeve.
Like a scarf or summer hat, left to flow gently in the breeze.
They are the ones that don’t understand this is not a game,
We don’t get taken seriously anymore…..and they’re the ones to blame.

They’re the ones to blame…..
…..
They’re the ones to blame…..
…..
Are they the ones to blame…..
…..
Are they the ones to blame…..
……….
Are we the ones to blame…..

when will the pills take away the heart’s ache?
Staring at the stars till they fade away,
The sky cracks as darkness breaks,
And the sun dawns on a brand new day.

We never did talk about the trouble it caused,
Friendships shattered, lives in flames, but still we kept the curtains drawn.
Maybe if we told them what its like to be us,
They would keep away and the facade they’ll give up.
But you can’t blame the victim just because you can’t see the attacker,
The victim and attacker are merged as one.

(“Its just so hard now. People don’t see this as a disability. I tell people about it but they just laugh it off like “lmao! I’m exactly the same”…BUT THEY’RE NOT! …..I’m sorry,…I’m sorry. It just gets me so mad when they……when they just can’t see reality. This is not a game. I’m not pretending that I’m not okay. How has the world reached the point where they now glorify mental illnesses, like they’re shopping for new gloves or dresses.”)

Suicidal, temperamental, drinking like there’s no tomorrow.
Eating cake, mental breaks, counting down the time it takes.

Suicidal, temperamental, drinking like there’s no tomorrow.
Acting fake, away it takes, takes from those with the mental breaks.

Suicidal, temperamental, drinking like there’s no tomorrow.
Light a fire, let it bake, out comes the cake for our sake.

Alright….okay….we had to do this at some point.
Okay, we’re ready now. No turning back.

This is a message to the quiet at heart,
The hard shells and stern brows, but truly full of art.
In the corners you fearfully lurk, hiding from the light,
Waiting for the moment the sun sets, when day turns to night.

Out from the shadows, together we will step,
Where the water is far out of our depth.
We shall start to swim and explore,
Until we are willing and able to do more.
In the moonlight we begin to soar,
But we will always stop when we see the door.

Haunted by tales of deceit and despair,
The door remains locked, and we pretend we don’t care.
Draw the curtains closed to keep the lights away,
Hope is what our demons will slay.

Is it locked or am I just too afraid?
No matter how hard I try I can never be brave,
Enough to open the door and see the other side,
So I’ll just sit here and say that I tried!

This is the song of the silent tongues,
Echoing like a brass gong, louder than King Kong.
They think they know us, they have labelled us as one,
It seems like they only miss us once we are gone.
We all have our stories, but no one will ask,
Forever we hide behind a disguise, a facade, a mask.

When the daylight fades away, our guise will peel,
Revealing our true selves you never thought was real.
You see, you and we are the same,
Before now all you knew was our name,
And you remembered it only to make us feel shame,
Whenever something happened, it was us you would blame,
“It was them! It was them! It wasn’t me!”, you would claim.
Abused and broken, our emotions will drain.

The next day you see us, solemn and sunken,
It’s like you have forgotten…..forgotten what you have done.
Are we even human? We don’t feel the pain.
We’ll smile to your face, but you see…..we are plotting what we could gain.
To us….this is all a game….we will make you forever remember our name.

Is it locked or am I just too afraid?
No matter how hard I try I can never be brave,
Enough to open the door and see the other side,
So I’ll just sit here and say that I tried!

Would it really kill you just to smile and say hi?
It won’t tear your beating heart from your hollow chest if you heard our sigh,
Then maybe asked “is everything good?”, and listened to our reply.
Some of us need help, but silent is our cry.
The dark clothes and hard stares is our beacon that we’re not alright.
Different, we are; some dull, some angry, some bright,
But united we stand, till rock turns to sand, because we are the only ones that truly understand.

This is a message to the quiet at heart,
The hard shells and stern brows, but truly full of art.
In the classroom, the corners we choose,
Silently drawing as we design our noose.
Kicking and screaming, we let loose,
When we are barricaded in our rooms,
Dreaming of our tombs.

They tell me, they tell me, they tell me, they tell me
(To be happy)
They tell me, they tell me, they tell me, they tell me
(To smile more)
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me, don’t tell me, don’t tell me
(To be happy)
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me, don’t tell me, don’t tell me
(To smile more)


I want to be free, I want to fly, I want to kiss the sky.
You want me to sit here and smile like I’m having a good time?
That’s like asking a spartan if he would lay down and die.
Take my spear, take my shield, take all that I own,
But that doesn’t give you the right to sit at my throne.
You think that you know me, you think that you’ve won.
……
You have no idea of the damage you’ve done!


Cut open my chest and break all the bones,
I’ll laugh as you stare, silent and stunned.
You thought you made it, you thought you broke through,
But you’re staring into a void that you fed so it grew.
Guilt, remorse, sorrow; away it flew,
Into the void that they never knew.

(Lets take it back now…let them know the story…)
They say you know a man’s life from the shoes he wears,
Well I guess they never taught this to poor old Sinclair.
Heavy black boots echoing in the night,
I must say for him it was quite a fright.

He screamed and he cried, he begged for his life,
All I heard was the blood dripping from the knife.
“Have mercy” he said, “find it in your heart”
My response was a magnificent piece of art!

“Silence, young fool, let me tell you a story,
About a boy who’s mind was plagued evil, that was violent and gory.
Tragedy would erupt into the most ecstatic comedy,
…but…ahhh…others didn’t find it quiet so funny.
They asked if he had any shame,
He shook his head and said his heart was no longer the same.”
He believed he could never be blamed.

Cut open my chest and break all the bones,
I’ll laugh as you stare, silent and stunned.
You thought you made it, you thought you broke through,
But you’re staring into a void that you fed so it grew.
Joy, happiness, sanity; away it flew,
Into the void that they never knew.

Now this boy grew, but not his morals,
He still laughed at sorrows like there’s no tomorrow.
He wasn’t alike most others, he was different for sure,
And fortunately there was no cure.
Because I like the way I am today.
I will fight for it.

He once met a girl who was quite ecstatic,
They were at a bar and she was being all dramatic.
She would laugh and howl and roll with hysterics,
Our boy did not understand this, so he began with his tricks.
Some say his mind is missing a piece,
Because his thoughts, they would not cease.
His head became dark and cloudy,
The voices were clear speaking loudly,
His brain was null and drowsy.

He awakens with a chill,
In his hands a hammer and drill.
His fingers sticky with red,
His head fills with dread.

Lets be optimistic, maybe he just redecorated…..
…….
Redecorated the bar with brains, guts, and blood.

Cut open my chest and break all the bones,
I’ll laugh as you stare, silent and stunned.
You thought you made it, you thought you broke through,
But you’re staring into a void that you fed so it grew.
Fear, paranoia, rage; out it spew,
Out of the void that I forever knew.

We can’t all be Einstein’s and Newton’s, but I’m sure you must have seen,
That the boy in the story is me, me……me…
Do you really know other people?
Inside their mind, who they truly are?
Innocent they seem, but look a little deeper,
And down inside they are the devil’s gatekeeper.

Bolt the doors, bar the windows.
Stand firm, do not dwindle.
Guard the door day and night,
Don’t come in here, it will give you a fright!
Lock and load, aim down the sight,
Hold back the ghosts till the sun burns bright.

I made a mask to hide my face,
I thought it would stop there but it became a base,
It came alive, grew roots in my skull.
I went outside to find a shovel,
To dig a grave deeper and deeper,
And bury the mask saying “see ya later”
But then at night I walk outside crying “come back I need you”

I leave the house to follow my dreams,
But inside i’m crying tears of rivers and streams (the voices shiver and scream).
I look in a puddle and what do I see?
I see a face that just wants to scream!

……
Where’s my mask gone? (They see your face!)
I can’t stay here, (you’re a disgrace!)
gotta run, (stop wasting space!)
Don’t look at me! (You can’t change, it’s too late!)

Bolt the doors, bar the windows.
Stand firm, do not dwindle.
Guarding the door day and night,
Don’t come in here, it will give you a fright!
Lock and load, aim down the sight,
Hold back the ghosts till the sun burns bright.

Back to my room with the door locked.
Coming in here? I THINK NOT!
Draw the curtains closed. I need time to think.
How can I carry on in this boat when it might sink
To the bottom of the ocean where I cant breathe,
Silently screaming “come and help me”.

The paddle snapped as it fought against the waves.
Day and night I drift further away from land,
I used to hate it, but now I’m gone I miss the sand.

I’ve had enough of this.
I have to put an end to this before it puts an end to me.
I don’t know how to tell people so I hold it inside,
But the longer I hold it in, the end is no in sight,
So I write and I cry and I draw and I die inside hoping someone will see this and realise I’m not alright.

With each step I take the paint begins to peel,
Revealing the real me that can no longer feel,
I’ve worn this mask for so long my face is numb,
And now that I can see again, I’m feeling kinda dumb.
I’m not the only one holding this pain inside.
I’m not the only one who is dead inside.

My soles become heavy,
My steps are slow and steady.
I’m stuck…

Bolt the doors, bar the windows.
Stand firm, do not dwindle.
Guarding the door day and night,
Don’t come in here, it will give you a fright!
Lock and load, aim down the sight,
Hold back the ghosts till the sun burns bright.

This chain is stretched to the end,
My will won’t break but it might bend.
Cogs turn and grind, I’m fighting against the machine.
I’ll be defiant to the end,
I will not give in,
But what if the end is now?

It’s not the end……it can’t be.
I can stay strong…..
But it’s calling to me..

This mask…it’s looking a little broken…
We should fix it.
It could use an extra layer,
Maybe a bigger smile,
If I take care of the mask, the mask will take care of me.