Thoughts that swell like crashing waves Drowning in the guilt of my wasted days Shot out like a bullet from the womb to the curb I spent my time following a pattern I never learned Wasted words brought no rewards, no purpose served I reserved my hateful gift So I gave you my skin With nothing left to give Trees weeping off the wilt of autumn's leaves (autumn's leaves) A change of heart (change of heart) With winter's breeze Trauma didn't make me strong, it made me selfish A bitter and angry fuck, why am I like this? My past isn't rich, but my words are more than two-cents But after what I've fucking done, who would listen? I could help myself or act self-righteous Nobody else would, it isn't worth it I just want to go away From all of you Running against the wind In a fight I'll never win Succumbing to the vices As adversity arises Try as I might But I'm never surprised by the silence from the altar As I beg for redemption Of my falter As I watched the words pour from the mouth Disappointment from the lips Don't tell me your grievance, it doesn't mean shit My peace of mind isn't worth this Thoughts that swell like crashing waves Drowning in the guilt of my wasted days Shot out like a bullet from the womb to the curb I spent my time following a pattern I never learned Wasted words brought no rewards, no purpose served I reserved my hateful gift So I gave you my skin With nothing left to give Heed my words, struggler Soon a rain of blood, the likes of which you cannot imagine, shall fall down upon you It will be a storm of death But take heed, struggler Struggle, endure, contend For that alone is the sword of one who defies death