I used to want to take a drill to my head. Let the pain out of the hole. I used to want to cut the veins in my neck. Cool the blood boiling my soul. When I wondered, why my daily headaches thundered.
This world does not want me. This world does not care. And I'm a product of this world. Confused. I'd say that's fair. This pain will never leave me. It's scarred upon my brain.
And I watched through bitter eyes. As the blood filled in the cracks, black. A burning effigy. Told me I should kneel 'cause. . I'm worshipping. With terror, a disease.
And I watched through bitter eyes. As the blood filled in the cracks, black. A burning effigy. Told me I should kneel 'cause. . I'm worshipping. With terror, a disease.
I see the sun begin to rise. And I'm wounded I've seen the world from painted eyes. That I'm crying through I watch the darkness hit the tides. And confide in... Hold On.
Oh yes I walk the path that righteous. Many men have walked before. And this pain's held. A broken shell. Straight shackled onto the floor. . So welcome to the world.
I am the thing that makes you sick. I am the blame that gets placed quick. Detect the crack within your lie. I'll be the wrath of your disdain. I'll be the fear in you engrained.
It's been around for a thousand years. And it'll be here for plenty more. It is the face hidden in disgrace. That has become now an open sore. . It is a false messiah.
I came from the utter fields. Carving shame on the tender shields. On my path I wandered high. Acknowledged beneath the sky. The hate I carried, recalling why!.
Awakened by the hands of Autumn. The hands which made me see. Straight in the eyes of Winter. Was a shadow, vague yet deep. . A creature, spine of the essence.
I came from the utter fields. Carving shame on the tender shields. On my path I wandered high. Acknowledged beneath the sky. The hate I carried, recalling why!.
Up there on the mountain, above all fire,. the fields down there and the ravine below. Where the elements feast in reckless desire. . A raven is seated.
Behold the furious river. The river that comes with the time. Like a burning flood. A flood in the shape of every kind. . >From the mountains to the shores.
Pale like the skull of the sun. The way of the hunting moon. O storms that reign supreme. The breeze comes whisperin' soon. . Strike the flowers' last gleam.
Sing me a song, you're a singer.. Do me a wrong, you're a bringer of evil.. The devil is only a maker,The less that you give, you're a taker.. . And it goes on and on and on..
Nothing but lying and killing and dying in this dream. Anything better than what we better believe. No mention of freedom, no glory, Hallelu. No mention your freedom, I'm coming home for you.
Violent indecision, surge of mass religion. Let me out of prison. I'm just killing time. Every time I turn around. I start to hear a familiar sound. Counting down as time stands still.
I feel responsibility to hate what I can't eat.. A sack full of hissin' snakes, laying at my feet.. I see colors that don't exist, feel pain that isn't mine,.
Out. On this road. Takes its toll. And you pay for everything you do. Under lights. Made me blind. This place is the same as last night. Out. Of control.
The hands of the wicked. They lie and they wait for you. Servents remember. The torture you put us through. Living in fear. Thoughts that never knew..