Myself; I never felt so burnt, and you, the magistrate of hurt, But you still kick me while I'm down and you still break me, when I come around. Another mission, another anthem written, Must they say you don't listen, another soul bitten by the fangs of your disposition and your vampiric volition, as you ascend on the wings of the drained, denied. crucified. And as you fend for your refinement, the angels grow jealous.-----
Fighting for my life....it never seemed so hard. And it seems that I know longer am what I was.
I'm broken I'm broken I'm broken
Words unspoken
If I had said
What you want me to
Maybe then I could fly.
Liberation of the once liberated, forgotten and faded
You can laugh at me, you can spit in my face, I cant stand up for who I am.
Why is all my sense of love lost, I loved you.. Have you signed me off? Sorry its over, you'll understand, why I'm in exile, and your in demand.
Can you envision how the flame of life burns without the parasite of blasphemy?...