When life makes you find out who you really are
You get twisted with no recognition of the wars becoming
But I believed that the devil made me look like a star
Drowning in your own misery and grasping for the challenging
I cant let her breathe if I want the chance
Pulling my under with the warmth of a thousand promises
But hearing the steering temptations are in a urging trance
Anger and lust is what the problem is
I froze into the thought of an actual beginning
The bruising of worry that is killing you
The struggle is not being within sinning
The demons are choking the fears out, through and through
The cuts in your soul will never heal unless you have it
You are never the normal, but way too off line
Getting higher than the world you want to be, too high to admit
They want to hide me and have a leader to call mine
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 2:41 AM UTC
When life makes you find out who you really are
You get twisted with no recognition of the wars becoming
But I believed that the devil made me look like a star
Drowning in your own misery and grasping for the challenging
I cant let her breathe if I want the chance
Pulling my under with the warmth of a thousand promises
But hearing the steering temptations are in a urging trance
Anger and lust is what the problem is
I froze into the thought of an actual beginning
The bruising of worry that is killing you
The struggle is not being within sinning
The demons are choking the fears out, through and through
The cuts in your soul will never heal unless you have it
You are never the normal, but way too off line
Getting higher than the world you want to be, too high to admit
They want to hide me and have a leader to call mine
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