feelings are dead, staying hella heartless voices making me feel like the main target flawless thinking about a new hole to put in my head deathless whispers tell me the soul's mine demons harvest the darkest fucks any kinda knowing of lordships hangs by a thread either way it goes black, regardless we die stuck between two worlds heaven and hell tug at either side of my soul the one to really tell has my soul breakin down this treacherous fuckin spell of the life cell a lie, alive tales lil aspen lil wolf speaking what i think as i take anoher drink near closing hours demon and angel internal conflict in me, the chains on me like the convict rattles on tarnished wounds of hell, torn skin, thorns waiting for my drowning waiting for the time to walk through town to break a life down im simpily determined, demons circle me like vultures washing away my colours you see my story uncovered and rediscovered im just a runner through it all this life ive created a strife only to be ended with this knife only to come with realization that ill arise and conquer my own size everything i do causes someone tears causing me to slowly die understanding my own self-destruction is gonna be my only ressurection my only correction in this life is to not fear that in rejection fill my veins with posioned injection for my death has no objection