Your soft skin is tearing,
Your voice is cracking, trying to sing.
Your hands are shaking, cold chillings runs down your spine.
No escape,
No place to hide.
Inside, you're dying, fighting for the smallest sliver of hope.
You died in that cocoon, you never became a butterfly.
Knifes are ordinairy now, you know them all too well.
As they cut and damage your resolve, you suddenly know it and it occurs to you...

Death is coming for you, it talks, whispers even:
''Go back to sleep my child, you've sufferd enough...''

Hey Let's talk about it
This world we would never live without it
it's strange to me
cause I lost my way in it
It's a game that I play with it
In games, the weak rise up right?
Not in this world
Cause they dry up ripe



This world is wicked
I've seen it
Be careful to not become apart of it
All the evil that comes with it
This world makes my heart hurt
Well then, pray and make it work
Cause I don't want to be apart of its dirt


But when life happens
We live it, breath it, lose it
But they call me for something better
As times go
When I find that something
I feed on it, burn it, Lie on it
Is this how we all are destined to fall
It selfish
No good at all


Then why don't you save it
You keep taking
But won't change it
But how
With one man
With two hands
You can't make it
With a one-man band


I need you
It takes two
Naw it's more than two
If you're reading this
Do what you to want to do
Don't let this wicked world stop you
But if want to change the wicked
It takes more than one to fix it
But wait
as long as we live
wicked will never die
only multiplies
But we can hold it down from trying
If we stop crying


Not to hurt your feelings
But lying in that bed won't fix the chillings
It helps this wicked world killing
Us