With thoughts of pain And thoughts to strain There is no weight Like the one on my brain With everything to lose And everything to gain There sits a monster Claiming my name
A million pounds in his teeth clench Unholy demise accompained with stench I can only hate such a being Who claims to be me But when I notice the familiarity of his presence I am enlightened by the inigma
As the clock ticks I regress There is one thing I've yet to confess When taking sight upon this hulking mass I didn't give it enough time. I glanced too fast I now know what I was looking through That rusty old mirror with a harsh reflection When I see my self in it I shudder in revoltion Bleed. Please until there is non left I've destroyed everything in my path and finally now can regret. Alone in this ******* attic Another voice appears trying to cause havoc I can subside but for how long? Will it even be worth it? To sing and write with my mind so strong It is suppression It is oppression It is self hate It is annihilate It is power It is want It is ugly Nothing to be proud to flaunt
As the clock ticks and I regress There is one thing I've yet to confess