Cracked reflections, blood on the altar My feelings are cold as if someone or something Right behind me (devoid or emotion) is guiding my conscience Steering my soul through time
And this too shall pass Divine intervention I seeketh your attention Believe me, relieve me I'm begging you, retrieve me And drain me of poison My choices and misfortunes Providence shall come for the lost ones
False companions dirty the water I bury the needle while taking my turn for worse It's only perhaps an illusion For eagles of freedom were never designed to fly
With nothing to regret I lie here more than half dead Reflections now broken And not a word is spoken Of vice and or virtue Nor reasons why I hurt you Providence has come for the last ones