From start to finish
What will come
Upon a time
In a secluded room
And one takes their head penetrate their mind
What is it like to be but to just survive
Upon a time to tell
Hope is gone
Lost within the abyss
The raptured feelings shall I dismiss.
What will come of the game
The insanity of pain
For the rage goes on but not for others
But for self
I don't call to the Lord in times of needs
Am I a lost sheep within the mist
Waiting for my shepherd to guide me so
Wanting the light to consume myself nothing will bring peace
Had throbbing mind
Concussion here it comes
Will I break free from this
Hate and love for oneself. A confusion that's mixed
Shall I dismiss
What has it meant to be
But to survive the powers of be that be
What is my destiny
How well I overcome this insanity
Let me breathe those deep breaths
Insanity in the membrane
Take a plate and slip one's throat
Take a fist and rupture the head
Ready the flame for a disaster
So many resources. Not enough answers
What will come from this disaster
What will bring me close to the Lord
I tarnish soul ready to die
Will I if I ever survive this hate in this world that I have for myself
Destiny is here and near and cannot change
To suffer is purpose
To save oneself, one cannot do
For I am tarnished
Just break me for I am fragile
I am the illusion of the delusion
Delusion to the break what Destiny's meant to be the purpose of life but to survive suffer evermore ever less ending more
