Life Of The Living
I chose to make a silent plea, to the Gods above that look down on me,
And I thought they ignored all the soul in my voice, and I thought that it meant it was always my choice,
So I chose to shred and slash and tear, at the peace in my life that I thought didn't care,
And I chose what I thought was the greatest goodbyes, in a destructive path full of deceit and lies.
Intense and cold I looked for the sun, to release my jaded thoughts of someone,
A someone so closed from pain and thrill, that made me think I needed to kill,
My soul, my heart, my being, my life, just ...