I have seen the effects of my choices,
And it all just hurts my brain;
What once were friendly voices
Have grown silent in disdain.

For each flashback I must give an account
So I search for excuses in vain;
To what can this torture amount to
Besides an early grave?

I have seen the evil I have wrought,
So I took myself out of sight;
What once was, is now sought
But I'm too worn-out to fight.

My dreams are full of warnings,
And I shiver at the sight of visions;
I struggle every morning
To try to find a mission.

Yet I trust in God, though I cannot serve him
Because through all the pain I'm just a burden.
I can't rejoice, and though I feel I have no hope
I know it will get better as I learn to cope.

If the past is set in stone, then what of the future?
I don't know, but of a few things I can be sure
We grow old
We die
It's hard to decipher truth from lie
Enslaved by my own impulsive drive
To give up
To let go
The garbage I leave behind
Out of sight, out of mind
Out the door
Done my chore
What do I have to show for
Years of wandering to and fro
Just let go
To be alone
Now I'm starting to see the light
I can rest my thoughts tonight
Into sleep
Into dreams
For I found what I was looking for
Life eternal is in store

Something's off, I don't know what
No one to trust with deeper thought
A wind of pain has passed me by
Evil rises, soaring high
I clench my fists, I get nervous
I try to find the cause of this

There are those who delight in the bad
They want to fight, with all they have
Some like to dance to the ever black
I faint from terror, I want light back
We must let them have their fun
And endure all that is done under the sun

When I lie in fear and I'm low in strength
I hope I'll persevere, and go the length
I'll find you and draw you near, without angst
We will put in work, not be put to waste
Someday when we're a bit more strong
Then we'll find a place where we belong

Do you like my hot rod?
Came straight from the furnace
In fact, it was so hot that
Little tinman, with his rod,
Was jealous.

Little tinman, little tinman
Didn't like that my rod was hotter than his
Ohh little tinman, little tinman
Wasn't having any of this

So little tinman thought up a plan
He struck my rod, with his poking stick
Oh how it crumbled, straight from the furnace
Cause little tinman had enough of this

But as he struck my rod, his hand slipped
Little tinman lost his poking stick
And Little Kitty grabbed it in his mouth
Here kitty! Here kitty!

The cat brought the stick to me
As little tinman watched in horror
Good kitty! Good kitty!
And little tinman was struck with terror

I hate to see little tinman frettin'
So I gave him back his poking stick
It was at this moment he grew still
Oh no, I think he's broken!

A thousand thorns in my mind
I try to pick them one by one
As another thousand come
I try to think around them
But they always come back
They truly are a threat
I want to attack
I choose my target
Just wanna pluck it out
Just wanna forget it
But I can't
Give me new memories
Please
So the old ones cease
So I have a better perspective on this disease

In all the wretchedness and cruelty I've seen before me
I cannot think of anything more foul without measure
Than those shrimp boys who call themselves pimps
Who abuse women for entertainment and pleasure

These women were meant to be brides of the Most High
To be at our side, to make us laugh and dance and cry
Those stupid thugs give them drugs
I wish I could squash them like the bugs they are

I have nothing to live for
What should I believe
My heart always drops to the floor
Because I wear my heart on my sleeve

I tread gently near women like you would a dove
My heart races, I want to make a good impression for love
But no woman has been able to tame my racing heart
And so I keep my distance, I keep myself apart

Call me a white knight, it makes no difference
I have a sister and a mother, and some sense
If I see a fool who thinks he's cool abusing others, why,
I will lift a finger and not stand by.

I feel the disease and curse of hate creeping in
I need a release from the pain and hurt
Hatred is but an outlet for helplessness I know
But there must be a reason why I feel this way

When I'm myself
I shock and appal the general populace
With words I move people, they physically push back
I may be slow to anger, but I ain't slack

The current norm is to be a deviant
And I've seen their sick behaviour and mindset
One day they're ******* up to you, flaunting ***
They dry you up, then move onto the next

We don't want violence, so STOP MILITARIZING WORDS
Y'all are a bunch of confused birds, looking for prey
Acting oppressed...
The only one oppressing you is the truth, cause you ain't blessed

Acting oppressed... Try being persecuted
Cause the only thing you're fighting for is yourself
Try fighting for a cause that's greater than your own
That which will scold you when you're doing wrong

Or keep biting the hand that feeds
Since you reject authority, it will now be blind to your needs
And when you're left with only people like you,
Your concrete paradise will truly be a filthy zoo