A proof of life,
Is the pain I feel.
A proof of life,
Are the forces that make me kneel.

A proof of life,
Is the blood I bleed.
A proof of life,
Is the heart I need.

A proof of life,
In the eyes I see.
A proof of life,
Is inside of me.

A guardian angel protects those who they love,
Putting them in a golden cage like a dove.
Feeding them with love and care,
Keeping them away from a world that's unfair.
But even our doves long to fly,
To stretch their wing in the blue sky.

Americas favorite thing is sports,
We call our smartest people dorks,
You get paid more to throw a ball,
Than you are to work at all.
Our economy is a failing state,
And what makes me really irate,
Is we spend all our money on sports.

From your darkest nightmare,
To your sweetest dreams.
I'm always nearby,
To tear you at your seems.

Wether it be a midnight stroll,
Or a walk down memory lane.
The untold thoughts in wich you avoid,
Gives me existence in this plane.

From eight legged fiends,
To slithering serpents.
Or the disturbing being,
Behind the curtains.

Look out!
My inner demon is free!
And he play's skyrim,
So hide your knees.

Some of the best dreams in my head,
Are the ones in which I'm dead.
A better world in which I'm gone,
A change in history it has swung.

For only in my head,
Can I be dead.
My tears have been bled,
And the truth is finally said.

For in this world,
It is flawed.
And in my mind,
My logic is flawed.

But the most amazing thing, a glorious thing,
Is when I forget myself.
Freed from my cage of flesh,
Can I finally be myself.