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..
I thought about you. I thought about the ones that I forget. Oh please forgive me. I hope that I've not pushed you to the edge. . Let me wash away the painful words I wrote.
So my descent was a shallow defense I made. To lay waste to the powers of faith.. When all the blame I carried around my neck. Viscous cycle of hate that I changed to find my way!.
I don't wanna close my eyes. I can't tell if I'm asleep or if I'm blind. . We're going nowhere. No one seems to care. . I could sell a peace of mind. I could tell you every time that I divide.
It's hard to say. That I'm back. On a straight line. . You see my path. Is in fact. Just a fault line. . It's in my blood, it's in my lungs. And it won't die.
We flow with bitter words that file sharp our teeth. And we bite off our own tongues. We trample any trace of your divinity's hope. And we'll sacrifice our young.
Run. . Every second is a pure affliction. But I can feel your pain. Choke back the burn of wrath as they violate your name. No sign of innocence in this godforsaken place.
Rebellion. Oh cheap thrills and vacant youth. Carry out your own will. Shovel deep and bury truth. Social stain, punk wreck, mother's own defect. Sing that song you know so well.
Dig yourself a shallow grave. Your life is not the legacy of honor you would dig six feet for. Broken is the way you came. And broken is the way that you will leave when everything is paid for.
In the dim light of a vacant heart. See the vacant all descending to a left-hand path. Where the dead reign in the Godless dark. Every martyr flying blind into the hands of wrath.
As I clear my mind enough to see. Decaying pieces of my being that have fallen on me. I find the one clean cut that has given the wrath. Beneath the deep and cleansing fire that is shaping the path.
It's in this wake that I find myself. Losing the will to resume this hell. When every breath is a dying wish. It's harder to follow the point of this.
This is our call. To see these idols fall. Drag them out into the light. Let fate devour whole. This is your fault. You fool of faith untrue. That we should face the grave with such a blackened view..
Time has had its way with me. My broken, tired hands can't build a thing. The wires that have held me still. Embedded now in flesh, define my will. The idle of my days has won.
I was the light, I was the quiet heart. I was the place we used to dwell. And when the cold would tear your life apart. I was the warmth that you had felt.
I feel Ashamed,. With Abandon in my Heart and on my Face.... I've suffered the Blame,. I would show to you this way but I'm too late.... When the Sorrow it breaks them,.
I'm not your gateway. I'm not your prodigal son. I am the vile lesser-than. Just who do you think I am?. . I'm not your standard. I'm not your vision divine.
I, I see the weight of hollow death residing in you. Take now your final breath. Exhale the truth. I see the fear of nothing left. Dead fragments of youth.
Hail victim, raise your voice and curse this mortal chain. Lay down your tired albatross. Let Heaven hear your strain. This unrelenting plaque unbound, your agonizing toll.
We will trample on our children til this ground is flooded red!. No boundary for depravity,. No silence for the dead.. Now wait for the light that you fled!.