shattered memories scattered thoughts
shattered times if forgotten nots
who is the wiser to had been the fool
living by the ways of anothers rules

should a rebel never heed the cause
of being the devil collecting his lost
of the soul that shivered from his lust
of living the passion from dawn to dusk

dont cry foul when the tears run dry
from the treason of those that cried
shadows of night twisted into shame
of the losers of their own morbid game

give to one and give to all the will
to take and not give what they felt
of all the towers that crumble and fall
let the one who runs faster, save the wall

shadows within and shadows that show
all thats hidden beneath the clothes
of societies concept of who is a man
and really in the end who rules the land