I tell myself that I'll be fine,
That I have to be strong...
Forever trapped in his world.
Where I can't escape...
How is it that your voice,
Through all the cruelty and...
Blessed be the palate
Which love bread and wine...
Lost in thoughts of a lonely place
Screaming for someone to hear my plead...
It's a different kind of art though
One that's only beautiful to the sufferers...
Don't you see what your words do to me?
The way I get home...
I lay down in a bed of deceit and lies,
Surrounded by our fabricated love...
I
vent for harp of glory...
An old man making a speech,
a sad crowd standing up and clapping...
I wanna keep these secrets inside,
Aware from all their prying eyes...
Valiant efforts to try and relinquish the beast I...
Obliterated by the flames of a fire now roaring...