On this stage
as i face the struggle within...
A black heart
for a black soul...
I am always at war.
the good and bad in me...
Every breath I take
doesn't seem to be enough...
Day to day
there's this game we play...
She sits alone on the corner
begging for money...
The voices scream inside my head
No peace or rest for me...
One cut two cuts three cuts four
with eat new cut the pain goes away...
This night i heard a promise
The voice that speaks within...
Best Friend's Death Filled Body's Gather at Dawn...
Contusions of the soul
turn to scars and scabs...
Leafy medallion's
dangle from paint chipped pillars...