enter corruption
signifigants miss pro quo
the anti defendant
outta change pass curfew
all underbosses come at me
over the flipped penny bees
fast pages and slow emily
neu punk slides medal

I bite back my screams, trying to keep my thoughts quiet
They screech loudly from the inside
And hide beneath my skin, crawling
to the surface in shades of purple and red.  
I can no longer catch my breath
But the desire to run away
Keeps tugging at me until I am lost
Lost in the memory of the person I used to be
I shiver at the reflection of my skin
Easy to ignore, easy to numb
Small as the sky, small as a papercut
nobody thinks is significant anyway.
It is only me left to pick up the remains
Breaking the cycle, breaking the habit
No longer letting my thoughts overflow
But keeping my heart in its place,
My mind where it belongs
Shoved into a neat corner, not given up
or suppressed. In the end,
There is no longer a desire for an end.

I know that what I've done so far
Has really helped people.
But sometimes, I wish I didn't care so much. Sometimes, I would give anything to be numb. Because it's so exhausting being a castle of glass. I can't sleep. I can't breathe. Because every day,  I feel myself getting one step closer to the catalyst. The thing that makes me ready to take everything I've built and burn it down. Because in the end, does any of it really matter?

Life is like a castle of glass
We all are same on the Inside
breaking our habits with the catalyst
To prevent battle symphony
Because in the end
We might get lost in the echo
And feeling numb,
There'll be questions like
What I've done?
Have I let down myself?
Is there any place for my head?
Am I out of time?
Then moving one step closer
I'll find that somewhere I belong
And when people will say, "don't stay"
I'll be faint in the next moment
crawling on the papercuts.
Then there'll be no more sorrow
Because I'd Burnt it down,
While rolling in the deep,
My shadow of the day,
My suffering about which
I've been lying from you.

I think its never too late for runaway,
to work on the system, or else
Even fire will become powerless
When I'll be gone.

A year ago, we lost a voice,
the voice of broken souls.
We lost a man
who gave his heart
again and again and again.
We lost a soul
who was fighting too many demons,
who refused to let darkness destroy him,

we lost a man who lost a war.

On July 20, we remember Chester Bennington,
whose voice has resonated with millions.
We hear the music and we cry,
we watch his antics and laugh with tears in our eyes.
We remember his kind heart and determination,
and carry that spirit in us with every warm gesture we make.

Rock in Peace, Chester. We miss you.

God bless this lonely me
I am a person chained in a despairing sea
Seems it can't be outfought
It can't be outdone
It can't be outmatched
I can't even outrun.......
Standing in the wake of devastation
Waiting on the edge of the unknown......
I feel cold and lost in desperation
Trynna build up hope, but failing as you have known
Remembering all the sadness and frustration
God I wanna let it go......
With cataclysm raining down
My insights crying 'save me now'......
God please help me let it go......

And in a burst of light that blinded every Angel
As if the sky had blown the heaven into stars
I felt the gravity of an unknown grace
Falling into empty space
With no one to catch me but your arms......

Now getting back to my feet as I recall......
What was left when the fire was gone
I thought it felt right but that right was wrong
I had been caught up in the eye of the storm
And was trying to figure out what its like moving on
I don't even know what kinda things I said
My mouth kept moving n my mind went dead......

So picking up the pieces
I know from where to begin
It all doesn't end until you start it again......

Now I'ma be that nail in your coffin
Sayin that I soften
Now let me show ya
Exactly how the breaking point sounds......
I want you to
CHOKE ON YOUR LIES
SWALLOW UP YOUR GREED
SUFFER ALL ALONE IN YOUR MISERY
This is not the end
This is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot rockin every revision
I say yeah with fists flying up in the air
Like I am holding onto something that's invisible there.

An angel was born,
On this very day,
But before his time,
He was taken away,
With his beautiful voice,
He would always serenade,
Crawling, Heavy,
Final Masquerade,
These among many,
Were anthems that he sang,
For which he is remembered,
And which he sings in heaven again.

There’s an emptiness tonight,
Were there signs that’s I ignored?
I keep reaching for the light,
But it doesnworld is fast asleep tonight,
These things I keep just being me down,
They say it’s gonna be alright,
But can’t begin to tell me how,
And I ask myself out loud,
Was I looking for one more light,
That’s since drifted into the night.

Woke up one morning to find that you were gone,
It seems that you had lost a battle that could never be won,
Even though you are gone I still hear you every day,
But through the songs you sang is the only way,
I miss you every day because I keep you in my memory,
Now you sing in heaven with the angels, in harmony,
Even if you are now gone and onto a new quest,
I promise to keep you in my memory and leave out all the rest.