In the aftermath of all our fights
All that's left is pain we can't hide
Nothing around to quench our wrath
So we maim our souls, to try and be right.

Never do we consider
That perhaps both of us are wrong
If we did we may discover
That our love could be lifelong.

So let's holster our guns
And hoist our white flags
So we can find peace with each other
For the sake of our sons.

Why can I not give up?
I have nothing left here.
I fight on and on and on and on and on and on and on and...

I never have anything left, but always enough to keep going
Of hope I am bereft, my direction is unknowing.

Stepping down the stairs of time
Every minute I can't rewind
Looking through the glass of existence
All I see is my persistence

Not a guarantee that all will be well
I may have to rush a gauntlet in hell
But I will press on, because that's all I know
My life was meant to live, and I want it to glow.

Do I like pain? Not at all.

Pain is always forcing itself upon me, you... us.
Pain is a wretched thing, with venom, fangs, constricting muscles; not at all unlike a serpent.

It lies in wait for you to unexpectedly tread along it's path and then it strikes you and leaves you crippled.

Yes, pain can be a lesson. Often times a good lesson. But how many times has it crept upon unsuspecting prey, coiling itself around a throat until no breath comes from it anymore? Pain is vicious and cold, an adversary that cannot be overcome...

...I live with it every day and night.

I thought after a couple of years, we could be friends again
Yet it clearly appears, you have changed for the worse

We were great pals who always hung out
Had good laughs, some troubles and fun
You helped me out with good advice
On problems I had with a wonderful girl

Then you met a couple new people
That had some issues with me and my brother
You started to be angry, more and more
Cared less, loved never
Cussed out my bro, trashed my girl
Then tried to make me feel the same

So today I called you
Hoping you had changed
Sadly you did change, more bitter and cold
No memories of the friendship we once did hold

Told me I was insignificant to you
That there was no point to my call

After you hung up, I raised a glass
To my dear friend Henry
Now lost, and still an ***

Riding down this unknown road
Faint music on the radio
Lost in my thoughts
Looking for some clarity
Driving always helps
But I'm so **** tired
Didn't see the boy
Until it was too late
What have I done?!
I took a child's life!
I can't bear to see him
I speed off and flee
One look back
Tears in my eyes
But there was a turn in the road
I would've seen
If I wasn't looking back
But I awake and realize
It was only a dream

Blood seeps through the walls
From the sky like rain blood falls
Blood fills our heads
Makes all we see turn to red
Is this all we are?
Ghosts of the dead?
When there are children to be fed
We **** and we maim
Without the least bit of disdain
What shame.