White walls are caving in Despite the calls I'm blaming sin Waving lights make me lose my sight Locked door is holding on Wrecked room is waiting for My confession, filled with depression
For me it's hard to gather my thoughts And cover the paper with red coated ink I can't begin to lay down the words Already I have to stop for a second to think
This conversation with myself has taken place before This deprivation from my life has broken me once more Vague hesitation taught me Why are you, my conscience, needed for?
For I have seen those desperate days Your fists are heavy, filled with hate Cause I have seen how lying pays
I'd like to conclude my shallow letter With everlasting words of despair It's not wrong for you to scratch hollow walls With never ending strokes of care
This conversation with myself has taken place before This deprivation from my life has broken me once more I think of you as a nature's healing metaphor
For I have seen those desperate days Your fists are heavy, filled with hate Cause I have seen how lying pays
For I have seen those desperate days Your fists are heavy, filled with hate Cause I have seen how lying pays
For I have seen those desperate days Your fists are heavy, filled with hate Cause I have seen how lying pays