Saving Grace In Your Own Hands
You were told there was no hope for you
and you believed it.
Raped day after day
by a world that knows little of compassion.
And you conceived its bastard child.
Now inside the sickness grows.
It swells and pressure builds.
You know it hurts you
but you can’t quite figure out why.
So instinctively you drown it in poison.
x 2
Poison!! x 4
(But that glamour is temporary
and eventually the cracks begin to show.
You scramble grabbing whatever you can find and hold onto
it until it breaks for the pressure. This cycle
repeats...)
Until there’s nothing left x 2
and you seem to think that there’s but one way out.
Such a shame.
Such a waste of life.
Such a selfish choice x 2
In your own hands
my heart bleeds
for your soul.
