Withstanding pain filters everything.It makes me feel depraved sickening.
To soak the limits that our lives have bleed...lives...have bleed.
Most times I feed off my inside fiend. theres no truth in this life anyway...theres...no truth.
Things i feel, standing at the gate:confusion from the contradiction, so much sorrow dancing in shadow, only silence when i look into the sky.
Agitate the motion of sacrifice-pissed off i ask the reasons for life. slowly im shown no answers to find.peace for myself,the will to stop,searching for love,obsession is mine.
Things I feel standing at the gate:confusion from the contradiction, so much sorrow dancing in shadow, only silence when i look into the sky.
In silence, death, and sorrow...
Freedom inside to win over the mind of puzzle.
Searching inside to see there wasnt a savior here.
Moments seem pointless showing, the walls and all the falling, no peace or answers for me here.The monsters never show me, a comfort cant sink in me, because of pain
theres sacrifice.