Myself, I never felt so burnt, and you, the magistrate of hurt, But you still kick me while I'm down and you still break me, when I come around. Another mission, another anthem written, Must they say you dont listen, another soul bitten by the fangs of your deposition and your vampiric volition, as you ascend on the wings of the drained, denied. crucified. And as you fend for your refinement, the angels grow jealous, never match what they had. Reattach.
Fighting for my life....it never seemed so hard. And it seems that I know longer am what I was, and maybe then maybe when I change again, ill be back, ill be there, and ill still care. Revert to what a mind once had, its like changing the future without changing the past, and I close my eyes and try to pray, I cant do what I don't believe in, maybe sin will find that religion is for the shallow, for the believing, for the ones who live in genocide. Weaken me, am I just an anarchy wannabe? Persist me again, a rendezvous not for the rest only for you.
Im broken I'm broken Im broken
Words unspoken
If I had said
What you want me to
Maybe then I wouldn't be you
Liberation of the once liberated, forgotten and faded
You can laugh at me, you can spit in my face, I cant stand up for who I am, If you cant handle that, "Beautiful but Shallow" reads your epitaph .
I found she wanted me as a friend, but i still want her dead, And here iam burning with rage. Why is all my sense of love lost, i loved you.. Have you signed me off? Sorry its over, youll understand, why im in exile, and your in demmand. Understand me
And as you hold your head in your hands, you finally understand. As you think about your deviance and your sins, you cry out for him but you really cry out for me. Can you envision how the flame of life burns without the parasite of blasphemy...