In in this room all alone no one understands me it's like I speak in Morris code.
They said that my dream would follow me back but all that was a lie I'm am about to start a war with all my demands.
My demands all made this flood that I can't escape from its turning me black and blue.
I have to find a away to swim to the other side if not they win and bring me down to hell all because I forgot were i came from, because I always thought that I would be alone.
They called me the drifter my faith is weak soul is bound this lonely road I travel down the cuts run deep into me now.
I never found a stabile home because of my demands every day when the sun goes down my demands take control of me.
Half my mind is a bloody river full of all the evil thing I let them do just because I they win the battle.
I still want to be holy I will never give up even if I die because in the end I will win the war
