Tell me what you feel inside?. Maybe there's a way that. You can hide. From the world that you made. . In your state of inner rage. Is it hard to see right through?.
What if we wouldn't do those primary choices?. What if we wouldn't do those things we do right now?. Life can take a different way so easily. Every choice we make.
I am here trying to make my mark on this world (of purity). Still I'm longing for a way to see what's obvious (for others). One step forth, three steps back The anger rises, here comes the attack.
Imagining how it would be, taking every wish one step further. My mind plays games with me. I see it so clear, how can't you see it. . My visions are more visible, for every time I close my eyes.
Reduced and erased you are. Pulled down, beaten up. Caressed by pain and smashed with a fist of steel. On a journey so wide that your senses they collide.
I purify, I cleanse myself through chaos and my soul runs cold. I purify, I cleanse myself through chaos and my body breaks down. I sustain, I cleanse myself and I remain but not the same.
My thoughts flow out inhaled by others. As old disappears new arises. You could have a hard time adjusting to it so just. Receive, retrieve, and escalate.
Where ever I go, chaos surrounds me. Idolizing the perpetual bliss. I'm creating my existence as I see it normal. Imagination or reality? This is my way.
Spirit let this be it I have had enough. You the mother of fear lend me my courage. And let it guide me through the fear of life. I'm begging, I'm pleasing you to complete me.
Preaching to the masses as a leader of rats. Leading the undefeated to circle the ground. March of the irrelevant, concatenated. Bringing the mass psychosis in production.
In my dreams I've seen brutal scenes of war. Acts of sickness and plague spreading around. I glorify the ground as I wander. The aura of life surrounds me as the day turns to night.
This is the beginning of the end. From this point on and on. Nothing will ever be the same again. My life is going its own way, running its own race. .
This is the closing line for you my friend. Day after day degenerated by the will of my hand. Havoc surrounds my path. It forms the shape for you to follow.
Just a little taste, then best friends we are. You take me in, just to spit me out again. This time is now, my time is gone. My freedom leaves me, a broken soul..
Breaching the surface so gentle, taking every measure I can. Holding back, taking in, striving against, bringing forth. Now, so many questions unanswered, it is too late once again.
We have done it too many times. You have seen us fall, seen us crawl. Seen us fighting back again and again. But as so many times before been broken down again.
Spirit let this be it I have had enough. You the mother of fear lend me my courage. And let it guide me through the fear of life. I'm begging, I'm pleasing you to complete me.
Evolution of weakness, an elegy for leaders. A mournful tone colours you, the shade of grey defines you. As a gentle caress I unfold the words of righteousness.
Whatever made him do what he did?. Wanted it through oh so bad. Conscious disconnected. The thin line between right and wrong is cracked. Explained by his grim confessions.