darkness in my heart may stack above the sky, but for sure my rebellion will live on ,
nights of desperation and regret just to light up the same ol' cigarette in the saloon,
the past's hunting all day and night for a trophy to hang above the "wall" in his cocoon,
i want to be consumed by the fumes, letting my failures become the autoimmune fuel,
my will to prove myself as a sour soul turning to his hidden jewels so the devil gets a pistol to his skull,
internal battle made the angel brutal towards the sinful who are hitting the single faithful,
the table of the good and bad is surrounded by bombs ready to release in absurdity.