This is my diary of broken dreams,. A monument over me,. Page after page twists my mind with grief. . What I should but never did,. How could I ever be so wrong?.
Born and raised under daddy's protective wings,. Sheltered from all the ugly things in life. . But didn't daddy tell you,. There are places where you don't belong,.
He's building a mountain for you. You're so filled with your self,. Never wrong always right. . Always the winner in your own little world,. Fantastic, Always on top.
A shattered soul born,. From a loss of faith,. Your empty mind filled,. With the wrath of god. . Now your broken heart,. Will never heal your scars,. But you'll be saved,.
This fraction of time,. Will it humble our thinking. or laugh in our face. Beaten and torn on bruised knees crawling,. It decomposes my soul. . Fall - constantly falling,.
You want an answer,. Well, What do you want to hear,. That I think you're special. . And that I really care?. That's where you wrong,. 'Cos I'll never be,.
I guess I am just.... Torn between life or silence,. As the pain in my eyes becomes to clear. . Destroyed! By the sounds so empty,. Empty as the answer to my prayers.
Like a ship lost at sea,. That's all we'll ever be,. A suicidal breed,. Shaped from this tainted life we live. So what can you tell me,. That I don't already know,.
God of make-believe. In your world. Nothing's what it seems. Master Of pre-judgement. What do you really know. about the things we do. . We know who you are.
Night,. Another night of the damned,. Standing at the border to insanity land. . Dance of the dead in the midnight hour,. Touching your cold lips,. Shivering of lust.