My pain is self-chosen, at least so the Prophet says

I could either burn or cut off my pride and buy some time

A head full of lies is the weight, tied to my waist

My pain is self-chosen, at least I believe it to be

I could either drown or pull off my skin and swim to shore

Now I can grow a beautiful shell for all to see

My pain is self-chosen, is what I believe it to be

I bleed to feel my pain from my scares why must this be

I'll either burn or find a new life

My pain is self-chosen, for all to see

The River of Deceit pulls me down

The only direction for me is down