Got the disease in my mind that chaos runs through in you. Guilty toys for your insides just plead and I'll conduct you. Believe in me, I'm the juice receive from me the hand of truth.
My soul simply won't bleed. Coal blackened walls surround my scene. Hardened, callous I've been stung by bees. Forfeited courage keeps me in need. . And I need, your soul in black.
My perspective on life is pain. Sponge textured soul so porous I can't drain. I just absorb violations of the pledge. You swore to me your perjury. Detours the life of a child, did you?.