I drain the light from the dark just to make it last. Injection of fear. Face to the looking glass. These are not my cobwebs or how the papers ran. If I raise on a wounded faith, would you judge my hand? And what can I expect of this? Confusion spawns the powerless. Last moment with these eyes. I watch the world slide by.
Rewrite the script. Run it backwards go over again. Nothing in man is true. And I don’t see any difference in you. Accepted to exist. In the hollow with a chain on my wrists. No means to be through. Still I wait here with the beaten and bruised.