I no longer see myself. I'm the dusty book on a broken shelf.
I'm dying, I couldn't win.. since the second I've chosen to sin.

I'm lost; forever buried under the seas, for the moment I didn't care to seize.
Sounds of souls weeping, light's no more seeping.
I'm shivering. it's gloomy, and I couldn't move.. feels like something's glued me. A sudden pain, not the one a human could ever bear, pierces right through me.

I deserve this, 'cause behind my eyes of innocence, there lies an incessant urge for ruthless insolence.
I look impeccable but I ain't. Would you believe... that Lucifer's a saint?
I'm giving up.  These chains are weakening me, It's torturous, that my soul's restrained.

But I refuse to fall in... this trap, that makes me believe, from hell I have fallen. I'm ebullient; I shook off the chain. I'm resilient; I'm never succumbing to pain .
I'm in the dark. Facing my nightmare,and stood up to fight... I'm not eliminated, I'm illuminated.  I brought back the light.