All i seem to do
All i seem to know
Is how to cure the pain
And make it never show
I try to shut up
I try to never echo back
From what life's trying to tell me
Right before it attacks
I can feel its teeth
I feel feel its cold breath
Running down neck
As I'm running from trying to take a
rest
But i don't know
What if the pain is whats curing me?
From the problems that are arising
From this Ill-Fated Anarchy
I finally stop and remember back to the good times
Where family was a religion
And violence was the problem
But everyone was forgiven
But still
I don't know
Cuz even now
Im sure
That i can still feel its teeth
Scraping against my skin
Simultaneous to my breathing
As i can be the first to cross the line but never be the one to win
Just let be all over
Pluck out my extra leaf
From my 4-leaved clover
Pull it out and
Take away my luck
Either way that I'm living
Its my hopes thats being sucked
Because look
I don't need to confront god to intervene
With the Devils all inside of me shredding away at my dreams
Ima free man
Lost in his own train of thought
Where the darkness never fades away
And the echoes never stop.
