Silverstein The Weak And The Wounded
The end begins.
I can't escape
as it pulls me further into anesthesia.
tear down my sense of conviction.
corrupt my soul.
the end begins.
in my eyes.
in my heart.
I have laid upon a deadman's bed,
only to fall into a trap of lies and seduction that rivals the greatest sense of love.
play it back
until the voice becomes just a sound.
penetrate my mind with all these images of you.
I have given up an angel's kiss.
only to break apart your path of trust and burn myself down.
struggle to the end;
I scare myself.
I'd give it all to have it back.
I could have had it all in front of you all by myself.
love in my eyes,
lust in my heart.
I made it all up.
lies, deceit empowers me,
so it ends.
