Cinnamon and rainbows
Thing I know nothing about
No outer knowledge but pain in me flows
There is no point in me, in a drought
That is what I am you see
A nothingness of a life
Trying to dry out the evil of a masochistic family
Who focuses on their own self plight
They have fabricated their own sick pain
Relish in it like demons in blood
Stuck in their ways of prompting Death Lane
And here I am a drought to end their painful flood
As dark clouds set in they send out their young
To bask in the glory of having killed the sun
