Something odd colored about our world, life shapes us to be monsters
The fights that make us stronger, always fade away, all the time
Sealing feelings hidden in a container, a heart striped of emotion, a needless thing
Power alone is never enough, how it corrupts a man, it never matters in the end
The only fate shared were death, as many roads as there are, they always seem to lead me no where
Wandering with my weak soul, lifeless reality the the leftover of the past, is the only thing we have left
Love... how my heart has rotted, I can no longer feel anything, yet I know of pain
Dreams of the past, glory of the days lived, wondering where my nightmares are at...
Those who live with regret in there hearts, people who can still cry, those who have lied
Giving up recognizing defeat, sheathing the sword, killing the weak
Tragedy forms after every beautiful horizon, there are no happy endings, but it is not all sad
Those things we left behind, what couldn't fit in the bag, what we wanted to protect
I see now all things create another, all life lives for something, pain has reason
Love for others is constant, time maintains, destiny wakes us up
We can never change ourselves...
