I'm the wind you feel on your skin,
The burn you're feeling within,
The hate engulfing your heart,
The pain that's making its mark,

Sparkin a flame in your brain while you sit in the dark,
Makin' its way to you, change or I'll rip you apart,

Tame it,
Quit complainin,
I'm stayin,
I'm the idea behind everything that you're sayin,

You think that you're free but you're mine,
I'm the evil inside deceiving your mind,
You keep thinking you're believing a lie,
But in time you'll see that I'll lead you to life,

Without me you'd be incomplete,
Face it, it's meant to be,
Take it, depend on me,
Everything you thought you knew,
Erase it and leave the rest to me,

Open the door to your mind and let us in,
You've been chosen to endure a new life you'll never comprehend,

So here we are,
I'm in your head,
And I'll be there until the end,

To whisper in your ear,
Grippin you with fear,
The shift in every gear,
The pain in every tear,

Your influence in movement,
Uninvited improvement,
To undermine you, intrudin',
Run inside you, confusin'-


I'm stuck in a mental loop,
Drink blood from the devil's spoon,
Breathe but need drugs to help it soothe,
Feel the need to speak up but don't know who to tell it to,

Listenin to whispers while it slithers in your thoughts,
See me pourin rivers cuz he hits you when he talks,

So here we are,
You're in my thoughts,
On and on it goes and never stops,

Blossom like a rose and birthed from death,
Crawl on burning coals, it hurts to sweat,

I'm caught in an endless fight,
Take my life in the breathless night,
Maybe I should repent this time,
Before I go completely blind,

Is it life or is it death?
Is there light in eternal rest?
All these questions feed my head,
Will I ever sleep again?

Why the **** do I need a test?
Life's just better when we pretend,
Cuz when it's not what it is,
Maybe I can deal with this ****** ****,

It hurts to think,
These are more than just words to me,
Maybe we can learn through dreams and define the true feeling of what burning means,

You make death so appealing,
But then again it depends on the feeling,
Make me believe that this place is worth it,
So that I can fulfill my painful purpose,

You can never know too much-


So what's it gonna be?
Come with me,
I'll make you what you wanna be,
But nothins free,
You'll have to pay,
Let's make a trade,
I'll make it all go away-

Now I know what your thinking,
"Nero you hate being single! Crap you barely even know how to mingle!"
but I've really given it thought and wrote this down
single people take solace in these hard facts
number one no can criticize you for liking at internet ***
number two no Valentine's financial obligations
number 3 that's the time you get yourself together, moving your life like a train from station
number 4 I adore that you aren't obligated to answer to anyone
number 5 IT'S ALIVE you can spend more time having fun

so long story short everything has both a reason and a season
I learned the hard way that people come into your life for a little while but the truck is to make your time with them worth your while

Sing my song in the deep of the night,
Keep the beast in me calm to keep him inside,
But repeating the thoughts that are screaming behind,
Releases the product of evil and light,

Master of chaos and created in silence,
Shattering rain fall replaces my cryin',
Extremities dwelling in walls of it's balance,
Help me repel in the world of malice,

Ideas I've spawned linger in voids,
Places so dark you have to see through the noise,
Hate is burning inside like an internal volcano,
Thoughts swirl in my mind like a mental tornado-

It was what she had
It was what she needed
It was what she did
To bleed for a living
It wasn't what she thought
That she would go through
It's where she's used to
Die to live today
It wasn't her fault
It was the fault in her heart
The cracks on her cheeks
Brought upon by loving you bad
She's dry and wringed
Wrinkled and broken
Though what she ever did
Was to pick up each of her piece

You are not my children,
tender as you are.
You are not my lover,
though you cause my heart to yearn.
You are not my sun,
or my moon,
or my star.

I set you on this rock;
you will not make me burn.

You are simply sticks,
arranged upon the pyre.
You are clever tricks,
though you flaunt my clear desire.
You are not the match,
or the wick,
or the fire.

I set you on this rock;
To see what might transpire.

You will never be a pheasant's egg to be coddled.
You are only this: a calf led to the slaughter.