My seclusion will lead to new revelutions,
grown all too tired of fighting...
Must put up a force field and shelter once again.
All my friends all my family have failed to shine through any longer.
I try to kill the blissful misery but I now cannot...
This is my last attempt
My last bleeding cry
My last goodbye
Take it for what it is self-righteous suicide....
Part of me dies soon,
and it's better to become hardened right?
Cannot know anymore...
other than it is all bullshit...
Emotions are a playing deck of misproportioned cards that I refuse to be dealt now.
I have sucoome to the truths,
and the time has come...
Put the difference on the shelf,
in the end everyone goes to hell...
This is my last attempt
My last bleeding cry
My last goodbye
Take it for what it is self-righteous suicide....
Expressions are just tolatarian views...
Told by this mis-taken aryan jew of sorts.
THOUGH I AM NOT I SOMETIMES LINGER TO BE chosen....
Everything ever wanted, everything ever needed, everything ever done....
is nothing in all eyes.
I am not the prodigal son...
No longer willing to be put up for sacrifice....
This is my last attempt
My last bleeding cry
This is my last goodbye
Take it for what it is self-righteous suicide...
I see my life
and it's not what it's supposed to be,
You know, I tried but we can't have this no more...
And in this hour of war
it is known now that it was only my ficticious face that you all really loved.
This armagedon on my soul
bareing all realities and bloody ties...
I still have my memories
after my memory has died.
A sky of gray has risen on the parade,
and I no longer spin the baton.
You know, it's just the lies we live for anymore anyways.
Have I lost my people,
or did they lose me?
I've had my slice of the pie,
Yet the ice cream still melts.
It isn't what I was but what I never had a chance of...
Lives are bold faced stories,
in which I still persist to destroy...
My manifestations were nothing to bein with and nothing is all that everything really tried to make.