been gone for so long
how can i still stay strong
its all up to me and i know it
but sometimes i really cant show it
i love my enemies but i hate their disguise
the sky is dark and so is my soul
the sole reason for this is to consider
my minds a river, but its cold i must shiver

i dont recognize this world around me
all looks so grey and bleak
until i begin to speak
then i enter the internal
writing in my journal helps me burn eternal
dont put me out
just go away and let me pout
nothing stays the same and nothings lame
your ideas are based on the past
they will never last
but they are never destroyed
they are only differently employed
twisted and contorted until its no longer supported
its bound to happen to us all
i just want to be left alone
maybe then i can figure it all out
but as it ends i still have doubt
never ending trends bend time creating space
im interested for a second but then i want to erase
ideas flow from mind to hands
my work, though, is the kind to ban
because they dont want you to see the truth
it might go against theirs
and instead of existing in harmony, im flawlessly howeling
showering in blood and guts to cleanse myself
why so dark tonight?
tomorrow will just be light
ive learned to predict the future
but the problem still exists: what do i do here?