TomorrowAt the dawn of this age,We turn a new page.Out morals all but forgotten.Between lust and hate,Lies our fate.And we carry out souls like a burden.With nameless fears,And virgin tears,and lovers lost long ago.Whispered cries,As innocence dies,and our hearts scream out pain in an echo.As the wind sweeps us by,Across the sky,Crying for a time long ago.
The BattleThis is where I stand,This is where I fall.The ground should kill me when I landBut now I’m standing just as tall.I’ll watch you as you crumble,You never were that strong.But I’ll keep fighting through the battle,This is where I belong.Don’t hold me when I suffer;I wont be there when you cry.I will always take the torture,Cause its not my turn to die.
Sunrise to Dead EyesIf I opened up my heartAnd showed you what's inside,Would you sew it back together,Or find a place to hide?My tears wont seem to spill,And I’m drowning in my eyes.I try to make for safety,In a boat that's made of lies.And the rain comes down like ashes,To wash away the dirt,I let it fill the wounds,Just enough to hurt.But the clouds recede to darkness,And the black awaits the sun.I want to stay like thisBut I know its just begun.The sky is filled with people,Come to take me home.But I just keep on walking;I can make it there alone.
Origami HeartsYou’re like a piece of paper,Posted with a pin.Covered in fucked up letters,Scribbles of my sin.I want to crawl inside you,Find where I exist.I lost myself in thereJust before we kissed.As long as you keep livingI wont be put to rest.So put another bulletInside my bleeding chest.
FateWe all have a destiny. Some sort of fate that guides us, as we live by rules and numbers, that brings us hope when we need it, and makes us lost when we come too close.Sometimes, when one thread is broken, they all fall together.But if the thread is strong enough, it stays and weaves together something with the other broken ones, and makes it into something beautiful.Such a tangled web of silver, gold and black. Brilliant glitters and forecast shadows.It can never make complete sense, not fate. But it all comes together somehow.It will regain its pattern, and the ends will always meet in the middle.