These walls became a cage
Scratched with delicate wounds that mark a dying day
The scraps of breath I take belong to someone else
The dirt is all I know
Chained in line with the other sick, forgotten souls
Stuck with lies they told and wished they never found
What good is fear to a man when he's lost everything else?
Trees need no bark once the core is hollowed out
When a mistake is just that, transforming eden to hell
Such reflection will leave you beside yourself
There are days when death would be welcomed as a friend
But I'll live until we meet with my regrets
My life of moral decay was bound to damn me to this fate
Held in the hands of penance
What good are dreams when I wake
To find I'm right where I'll always be even if I don't belong?
There are days when death would be welcomed as a brother sent
To soothe a tired friend
The easy way extends a hand
Leading us to satisfaction earned by fearful men
My life of moral decay was bound to damn me to this fate
Held in the hands of penance
What good are dreams when I wake
To find I'm right where I'll always be even if I don't belong?
I'd see these walls in flames
I'd have to
I'd watch them crumble down to cleanse my sin
A second chance to take a life back
But it will never come a waste of time
