You ever feel the will of your soul die?
It's not something you second guess
Your body aches, your spine shakes
The eyes you once had have changed
The shadow takes place
The shadow takes place
The dark cloud rains
It hangs above, pours and rains
Thunder strikes and lightning shines
Once you see beauty in the dark, you no longer desire the light
The light is what once held you high, but failed you
Your comfort in failure, nothing more than empty vessels
Just like the ones that die for a taste of the way it feels to not be such a fucking waste
A mistake
A waste
But we look up to the sky
To only see black
The same comfort as the dark that lets us relax
Relax in our disaster filled lives
Breathing in the air of the filth, the wretched who walk the path of the wicked
The weak spine narrow minded life of being worthless
Living a reality with no fucking purpose
With no purpose
With no purpose
With no purpose
With no purpose
With no purpose
With no purpose
