A slave to all the poison,
Running through my veins,
Take my rights,
I've no will

You are not your own,
Surrender

Maybe now you're standing tall,
But someday when you wake,
You'll find yourself lost once more,
Short of breath on your empty throne,
And when you take the shallow blade,
Buring through your skin,
Like you remember,
You'll miss me

We love not,
For joy nor hate,
Not for thrill,
Or to silence our vanity,
We love,
To be loved

If only the rain,
Could soak throught my memories,
And wash from my mind,
All that I loved

Here I am,
With my scattered shrapnel heart,
Dug like thorns in my sides,
Now full with holes,
And cancerous disease,
I've waited so long,
For this certain release,
Yet I find myself sickened,
By my own temptation,
And through my pain,
I have sickened you too,
Made trenches of hairline fractures,
Through my self-destruction,
I've lost the only person,
Who could ever save me,
And I see now,
What burden I've become