As I will be torn to a side to go walk in perfect stride.
Bind me up with whispering winds and silence the murderer on his death row sentence
A shadow lays beside him in a state of propriety, emptiness fills the soul as you are buried alive
In a whole that no one can get out of, you are a player among us.


Masochists whipped by chain, their happiness lies in pain. In the light they hide in distant sight.
Underground is where they feel bound to live a normality of what they perceive to be reality.
But the world has defeated me, too much of my families high society.
I am not free, I want to live my own life. Haters and Traitors living a lie, cheaters and beaters living free.
I can try to escape the greed that holds, put a price on me, I am sold.
I will find a way to leave, that will be the day, I will see the land of the free, and the home of the brave.
Even though I may be nothing, something will bring about a change.
Life has twists and turns, the next unknown, a little strange.
Falling into the epitome of all evil, still my thoughts are so vial.

Take my mind and throw it into the fire, burn every vain they are all wired.
Tired of being put through the hatred and everything wile. While I sit and take part in tarring up my own heart.
I start to deny my own existence, feeling thoughts in such distance.

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