Everybody puts fear first Leaving their dreams in the dirt Not knowing the greatest source of happiness Are small acts of kindness Never was it all about the money The joker who tricked us into being happy But it was too late to realize That we were despised Such a life of demise
I don't like writing What's the point? It remains untouched And eternally dead Wasted space A waste of time I should've left this page blank For no one to see And nobody to remember
Who has the right to atone our sin No one knows where we've been Violence is a great demise To the life we despise This we ought is good Yet never have we understood Neither you nor me can be Righteous as everyone wants to see
The shadow hunts at night Stalking all prey at sight Nothing can withstand its might An iron fist it carries tight Fear it brings at every fight Killing souls to its delight
It started to rain From where we stood A sudden change of mood I reached out my hand But it was left cold Under the water I roll up my sleeve Sand poured It was time for you to leave