Things are just a mess. the world as we know it is...
which gun is stronger. which is just not...
Unwilling war at my feet,
The battle of horror which will not retreat...
It's not what I'm made to do,
I don't need to watch the skies...
Through all the lies we wade through
How do we know we even exist...
The medium:
Sun has risen, it is another day...
The sun rose as red as blood,
Scorching...
I am,
Society's target for ridicule and laughter...
Night approaches as time runs out,
Soon consumed, consumed with doubt...
Smiling for all to see
knowing inside this isn't me...
If I could drain
the pain like blood...
City of Sin and Lost hope
Where all broken dreams...
Life feels like a brutal war with the guns,blood...
life is like a knife being brutally slit on the...