Bound to this couch, I lie in waiting. Watching wind blown memories. Slip past my window sill I. Can't fall asleep. . Voice in my head disturbs me. Waking nightmares keep.
I want to take the bullet. The one aimed straight for your heart. I want to meet the wolves halfway. And let them tear me apart. . This is the way they do it here.
We're more than carbon and chemicals. We are the image of the invisible. Free will is ours and we can't let go. We are the image of the invisible. We can't allow this, the quiet cull.
Verse 1. . Image marred by self-infliction. Private wars on my soul waged. Heart Is scarred by dual volitions. Juxtaposed and both engaged. Kindle flame, a test of faith.