Relinquishing the pieces of the person I once was
I'm bent out of shape and devoid of all life's purpose
Enraptured in the amnesia, I am but a child born of the dirt
While I'm caught up in the illusions, just soon to return to the earth
It drags me down
Smoke and mirrors, but still lost in reflections
Born amidst the spent and broken, shaped by meager hands
So, in turn, we deflorate
We barely grow or heal
Poor of fortune, rich in anguish
Sick in silence
Death is but a dream
These holes in my heart are all my own to bare
I claw at the nothing, forever cursed in despair
Every desire feels just like another dying wish
Even when we're buried, all our hopes and dreams
Disintegrate
Reaching for serenity
Tangled in the thorns, we bleed
Somehow, in discourse, I found that
I design my own demise
Bleed me of my agony
Only I can break these chains that bind me
Only I can break these chains that drag me under
If I am to count my sins to go on breathing
Surely, I will turn this mess into a masterpiece
The gates of peace are locked, barred and chained
No one could tell me that forgiveness is the key
Through the halls of all I've blamed
Hang endless hordes of picture frames
A monumental place of pain
I long to fucking break these chains
And when I peer a little closer at the faces staring forward
Finally, I see, it's my own eyes staring back at me
Past the dusk of all our days
What we remember is swept away
Our hearts in constant ache
All this bleeding is the price we pay
To see the light
I dream to be in sanctity
I cut the cord
I break these chains
Reaching for serenity
Tangled in the thorns, we bleed
Somehow, in discourse, I found that
I design my lonely path to see the purest light
But all along, the dark of night
It let me bathe in crude insight
It spoke an answer, and all it said was...
