Violence in my head. Like a thorn that pierced my skin. Spilling strength on the floor where I stand. . It surrounds me, controls me. Shows weakness inside me.
After the smoke clears. And the flames subside. (We have been forsaken). Subside. . A thousand eyes were upon me. Soulless and without mind. (We have been forsaken).
I realize my world of demise. And the poisonous sky, that's stinging my eyes. I clench my fist, I spill my blood. I clench my fist 'cause I am the tool.