My soul, is a battleground,
This war is on, it never ends.
Bleeding through, the little cracks,
The pain is here, and it’s very real.
I cut myself, for some release,
A prison break, for my agony.
This darkness, it never leaves,
It fills me in, it fills this hole.

(Something’s are better left unsaid)

Living dead inside, living pain inside,
Leading this revolt, against myself.
Held up and beaten down, welcome the ground,
This dirt I feel, this pain I’ve created.
Back against wall, only one way to go,
You stand in my way, I will destroy you all.
Holes in my hands, holes in my heart,
You can not kill, that which isn’t alive.

(Maybe the rain will bring the end of us)

By all his engines
The war machine rumbles.
Turn the wrench
The destruction tolls on…
Flip the switch
Here cometh the final demise.
All done by my hand
The blood won’t wash away…

In this house, where I die,
A despised past, fitting unto me.
Broken mirrors, and tattered frays,
Ripped to pieces, and left to stay.
Take a look, the cracks are real,
I can not feel, my body’s gone.
A walking corpse, just moving flesh,
Without a heartbeat, you can not kill.

(Exorcize this demon I find inside me)

A growing hate, a burning seed,
Take this emotion, carve it into you.
Take my tears, fill the oceans,
Drown you all, in all my cries.
The skies bleed black, the pouring rain,
Incident unexplainable, accident uncontrolled.
Wrong-way in traffic, head-on collision,
I’m rushing towards you, with a smile on my face.

(Sooner or later you’ll teach me my place)

By all his engines
The hate machine turns.
Turn the key
Unleash this apocalypse…
Tighten the nut
Signal this final despise.
All done by your hands
The blood that won’t wash away…

10/28/2008