They call me no face, the one without a place. My emotions are hidden, there's not so much as a trace.

Blank slate, white face. You'll never know how I feel or even if that laugh was real.

This is not who I choose to be..I use to be a girl with a heart of gold, but now I'm just a ghost and the gold's turned to stone.

My smile stays in place but it doesn't reach my eyes, no matter how hard I try, it's drowned by the tears that I cry.

There's an ache in my chest that reminds me that I'm not the best, and for some reason I can get rid of the thoughts in my head that make me question if I should be alive or dead.

My heart spills to a blade on my hip and my brain with an ink tip.

I am constantly lost somewhere between depression and suicidal rage. Almost if my common sense was locked in a cage, gnawing at the edges of my brain but it's no use, my condition stays the same.

Blank slate, white face. You'll never know how I feel, behind a mask my emotions I do conceal.

I've fallen so far, I fear, You'll never be able to find me dear.

Is my end here or are You drawing near?

I've lost sight of Heaven's light, shadows blind my eyes. I've given up, I've lost the fight.

I've fallen so far, I fear, You'll never be able to find me dear.

I hear their taunting screams, mocking me like something out of my darkest dreams. It's so degrading masquerading like I'm okay, with these false saints, surrounding me telling their's is the only way.

I've fallen so far, I fear, that You'll never be able to find me dear.

There's a fire in my bones, it reveals the lies I've been told. I hear a whisper loud and clear "You'll be home soon,, but until then remember I'm with you."

I've fallen so far but I don't fear 'cause You'll always be able to find me, dear.

I'm tired of being afraid to say I'm a child covered by His Grace, I'm tired of being afraid to say I know His name.

You can be anything you like, but when I say I'm a Christian, suddenly everyone wants a fight.

Everyone tells me how I'm wrong, how I don't belong. Well, this much is true, I'm just a stranger in this works, passing through.

In response to your hate, I will tell you that He is the way. I will tell you that He loves you and died for you, and that He tells you this every day.

Will you turn away from the words I say? Or will you hear what I say and no longer buy into the lying games the Devil plays.

I've been where you're at, lost in the dark. A knife to my wrist and a cold in my heart. It took a glimpse of light for me to see, that I could be free, if I'd only get on my knees and call on His name. He was there and I was saved.

I am not scared to tell you the truth, that without Jesus, you'll loose. He died for you, rose from His tomb and He's alive waiting for you to call no His name, you too can be saved.

I am not scared to tell you that I was bought by blood, saved by grace and He knows my name.

Army, where is your voice? It's time for us to break the silence, no more passive compliance.

It's time to let the world know of our home, I will no longer hide behind a poem.

I will not hide my faith for your acceptance, I am a stranger in this land of deception.

Army, where is your voice? Let them know of your choice. I walk the narrow way, I am no stranger to God's grace.

Choose this day, to show you're not ashamed of His name. I was lost but now I'm found, scream it out loud.

Jesus is the only way to escape this world's fate.

I offer you an ark to escape the flood, I'm showing you the way to escape Armageddon before it has begun.

Army, where is your voice? Choose ye this day, what will be your choice?

The truth is, I'm just another mutant kid. Fused at the wrists and hips, these scars will tell you how I've lived.

I've seen the Son's face, if it wasn't for His grace, I don't know how I would have survived this place.

Your songs reminded me that I don't always have to be strong, that my tears weren't always wrong. My Savior offers me haven from the demons that plague this place.

My home is dark and cold, but He set fire to my bones. He set my soul ablaze and I made haste to escape this dreadful place.

I've thrown away all my ammunition, put aside all my false traditions. I've canceled all my plans, I've proven the enemy as a scam.

And now instead of taking it out on my wrist, I've turned my gun to a fist.

Someone help me please, I'm lost somewhere outside reality.

Cowardly hidden inside my head, a habit I formed when I'd lay in bed. Just a way to stop my bleeding, but now I fear my life has lost its meaning.

Can you hear my screams? Why do you ignore my pleas? I just want to be released from this hell that I've created for myself.

In my mental Wonderland, I'm not condemned for who I am. This imaginary life has to stop before I run out of time. It's not real I scream, but my heart doesn't want to believe.

My truth may be cold and painful, but at least its real. This imaginary life that I've created is only looking to steal and ****.

So please, anyone, if you can hear me! Break me free from this insanity.