Constantly fighting self mutilation
in a battle of self control,
seeking answers and forgiveness,
finding patience in my soul.
But my patience was blessed,
by a martyr and with a kiss.
From the degradation of protagonists
fueled by everything I wish I could express.
In my forgiveness for everything I can't control,
learning to accept my defects, learning to exert control.
Unlearning all the old resistance for something that I never even knew I had.
Learning to create a defense for something I've become: forged in the flames of malcontent!
The weapon is within disseminating everything I've known
and creating ways to change habitually the rituals I see withholding my true self.
I feel trapped in a world of endless regret, strung along and on and on.
and on and on, and on and on. This regret strung my life along.
From failed relationships: sacrifices had to be made,
I reached within and opposed my inner-self to overcome fear again.
To discover a sickness solely so deep in my soul that I can't see
and uncover genetics, forcing me to be, something I can't be.
Persistence, relentless, futile, everyone will die alone.
Resistance, merciless, exile, everyone will die alone.
Persistence, relentless, futile, everyone will die alone.
Resistance, merciless, exile, everyone will die alone.
(Solo)
Can we get through this? (I don't wanna die alone)
Can I see through this? (I don't wanna live alone)
Reaching acceptance. (I don't wanna live alone)
Accept existence: Everyone will die alone.
