Pry open those entwining stainless steel bars
why am i still right here when u stand so far
and how is it that my tomb glimmers so stained
when shaded with the tones of the words that u feigned
the ashen walls of my castle are drawn so vivid
and the circling streets lay cracked with the livid
i look down upon you and your lowly stool of envy
i look down to see you and the power you're defending
as your dry veins screech to a stop Ive almost cured my malady
you spilling out Ur thirstiest tears, and I'm waking up to what's reality
however much i love the height of that throne in the sky
i do still need a spot in that feeling i am so at home inside
in the time of a world where i once wasn't able
i equalized the tilt and totally turned the tables,
in the shackles where my imagination set me off to sail
i destabilized the gripping bars of the weak and the frail
burning the bridge i turn white hopes into black ashes
melting those chains to reveal your hands held so placid
i cut you up to a point that has the meaning of defeat
i break you down, but why is it me who still needs to bleed
I'm sick of being high on your love, high on your throne
I'm ending the futile quest to turn u into my own
I'm totally complacent with the tears that fill me up
cause Uryour emptiness was in no way shape or form enough
I'm starting a feeling that u wish wasn't true of mine
you've worn out my buttons and u'll find no rewind
