Been long since I have felt a peace of mind
A ceaseless struggle is all I ever find
Too much temptation everywhere I see
What could this world possibly want from me?
Dreams, goals, any potential I had
Are lost in a crevasse, no longer manned
All that’s left are holes and scars
Piercing my soul, not just my arms
I knocked on the door of agony and fire
To be strung-out and get a little higher
It’s not only the drug that has me in chains
But the needle, the ritual, are all to blame
My chariot awaits for the devil has come
To take me away while my angel is gone
My last burnt bridge that cannot be undone
In hell I remain, no longer God’s son.
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