A Past Unknown The Critic
Take the fall of us. Wicked and wrecked we come to a
place where I can’t carry on. Find me out in an instant,
Your presence kills my ties to these sick misleading
alibis.
Here I am, a critic restored, I don’t care what they say
anymore. You come at me with a mouth of deceit, I serve
only One who destroys and defeats you, a critic, a
mouthful of sores, you’ll be drug down to the nightmare
you built. I won’t look back, I’ll show no remorse, your
time is done misleading no more.
What if we all understand our own wrong intentions?
Guided by a heart that dies, where’s the honor in our
minds? Leaving a legacy to be entangled by the snare of
lies you left behind, dragging reason from our minds,
burn the scales off our eyes.
You always take the fall for us waiting patiently to come
and rescue me.
You know you’re done, this battle is already won, the
promises you couldn’t keep left them all in deceptive
defeat. Watch the chains as they burn, your demise is the
cure for this curse. I’ve seen it all with a scar that’s
your work, now it’s you being left in the dark.
