Adapt
Submit
Your thoughts are not your own
Defined by fear
You relish in the role of victim
You really think I'd let you get away?
I might be bruised and bleeding
Long forgotten
One foot in the grave
Stand up, stand down
I'll cut you at your knees
There's always a place to run to
But doesn't pride slow your feet?
Time has forsaken me
Go live your mundane life and never
Never look back
I'm still alive
You should have let me die
So goddamn ripe for the taking
Your?
Your aims not true when you're shaking
No need to dwell in what made me feel safe
My fire for you burned me
Left alive
A blackening stain
Rips apart
An open heart
Downed prey for carrion flocks
Don't try to pick out my eyes
By my hand you'll surely die
Time has forsaken me
Go live your mundane life and never
Never look back
I'm still alive
You should have let me die
So goddamn ripe for the taking
Your?
Your aims not true when you're shaking
Adapt
Submit
Your thoughts are not your own
Defined by fear
Your relish in the role of victim
Have you ever felt like you'll die all alone?
A black premonition that your life's been sold?
Some cruel puppet master broke your soul
Ripped out your ten dollar heart of gold
All falling down
Burning leaves
Put to fire with all our dreams
How can I tear you out and not bleed?
How can an open wound sustain me?
I've been resting here for days?
There's always a place to run to
Yet the places keep getting smaller and smaller
