Gotta learn to practice what you preach. . Can't understand, guess I'll paraphrase. Now, allow this spark, set the mic ablaze. Because all my rage just builds inside.
Alright. . I've grown tired of all this emptiness. So deeper and deeper I dig into the dark. I'm searching for tools to patch me up. But the more I find the more I'm torn apart.
These bare walls hold a familiar theme. In this my home and happy hell. The pain I've seen within this empty dream. Locked and barred inside myself. .