Thoughts that swell like crashing waves
Drowning in the guilt of my wasted days
Shot out like a bullet from the womb to the curb
I spent my time following a pattern I never learned
Wasted words brought no rewards, no purpose served
I reserved my hateful gift, so I gave you my skin, with nothing left to give
Trees weeping off the wilt of autumn's leaves (autumn's leaves)
A change of heart (change of heart) with winter's breeze
(Trauma didn't make me strong, it made me selfish)
A bitter and angry fuck, why am I like this?
(My past isn't rich but my words are more than two-cents)
But after what I've fucking done who would listen?
(I could help myself or act self righteous)
Nobody else would, it isn't worth it
I just want to go away from all of you
Running against the wind, in a fight I'll never win
Succumbing to the vices, as adversity arises
Try as I might, but I'm never surprised by the silence from the alter, as I beg for redemption of my falter
As I watched the words pour from the mouth, disappointment from the lips
Don't tell me your grievance, it doesn't mean shit
My peace of mind isn't worth this
Thoughts that swell like crashing waves
Drowning in the guilt of my wasted days
Shot out like a bullet from the womb to the curb
I spent my time following a pattern I never learned
Wasted words brought no rewards, no purpose served
I reserved my hateful gift, so I gave you my skin, with nothing left to give
"Heed my words, Struggler. Soon a rain of blood, the likes of which you cannot imagine, shall fall down upon you. It will be a storm of death. But take heed, Struggler. Struggle, endure, contend. For that alone is the sword of one who defies death."