Drafts of the Soul

Black Sheep

I am the black sheep of the family

They do good things, I do bad things

But they only judge the things they only see

They will never see these broken phantom wings

And the horns that have sprouted

It hurts so good, they became painful

I'm addicted to the pain that I have never wanted

And to change the world is to rule

They will see, I will crawl up to the top

No matter how many people I will step on

And the far I go, I just cannot stop

And I became lonelier every since I've won

And the abyss I fell down is so deep

Can someone out there help me up?

And the demons tied me down the pit

Now, I'm dead inside and I can't stop