Bitter thoughts became your every waking breath. Save the nights your hollow dreams revealed the sweet release of death. In your thoughts you played a symphony of self.
Through the clouds of fallen ash, a lonely mother's cry. Among the fields of broken glass the loyal few will arise. Faith now regained. Finding strength within the void, a raging fire ignites.
Sing now seraph, find the calm within your soul. Bring us closer to the light that guides us home.
Bow down- before the god of cash. The philosophy of modern man is leaking fast. No foundation for the fram by which you set your mind. Just a legacy for the feeble to find.
Words of high cost (you spit a curse at my name). When thoughts of hate cross (I can't devour your blame). This is your choice (this is your hammer to crush).
Sing now seraph, find the calm within your soul. Bring us closer to the flame that guides us home.
All hail the newborn sin. Reject the boundaries and soak the cancer in. Hope kills the filth you crave. So bleed the truth out and fall into that grave.
There you stood in disbelief. Trying all you could to see through these lies. And every word that I could breathe. Would you find more inclined to leave.
Where is the inception of digression in a human life?. When is the answer just a bright light?. Who am I in shamelessly defining all the wrong and right?.
Don't leave us. They said that you had gone astray. Don't lead us. Away from the light. . We stood behind the veil and watched you walk away from us. You shattered all our dreams in one fatal mistake.
It all starts here with my disgrace. I give you my life then I run in haste. In this false life something needs to give. . Tell me a reason why this isn't treason.
Play dead again. It just might stop before the end.. If I pretend you may not see the pain I'm in.. So close to me, can't tell what I'm supposed to be..
A shell for the earth, all seasons reverse.. A life inside out in a jet-black hearse.. The feel of pain and the taste of dirt.. A darkened sky and the loss of worth..
In the never-ending circle. Where the powerless meet. There grows a struggle from the burden. Of sustaining defeat. In the face of every coward. Lies the blindest of hate.
Behind the eyes of my compassion lies a suffering soul. And in my blood a bitter darkness slowly taking it's toll. I feel the death of our connection and the fading of light.