All The Joy You're Ever Known
When thereæÅ ¯ something
That wonæÅ ° let you sleep
Can you live with
The secrets you keep
All the pain all the pride
All the poison youæÅ ³e taken
ThatæÅ ¯ killing you inside
ThereæÅ ¯ a manifested bitterness
In all the joy youæÅ ³e known
ThereæÅ ¯ no point in redemption
Some things are better left alone
IæÅ ³e waited
For freedom from bondage of self
Grow tired of everyone else
Grown cold
Grown sick of the doctrine
The lies that IæÅ ³e been told