Every day a new addiction, Bleeding out my contradictions. Soaring lower than even dirt, My own soul begins to hurt. I wish to be free; To fly for me. I am slave, though. In everyway, I've hit my low.
In this endless onward, I will lose my name. In this forgotten battle, I'll inherit shame. Suns set, But rise behind us. We forget our place And the meaning is lost.
In times of distress I lived unlike the best. I followed three hearts; Fell into fear. Demons shrieked, Angels cried; Gods bled; Devils died. The end of all. Fallen creation.
I lost my mind I lost my heart I became blind I played my part I tried to love I tried hate Not from above Did I take I rot in caves I haunt in coves I am a slave I am a ghost
I trapped myself with fake situations Creations of my mind. Me, blinding myself with troubles I don't have. I finally figured it out. Things around me are not okay. They never really have been, and even if it can't get better. It is actually quite nice. Even if I shouldn't feel.