I'm going to leave a trail of broken hearts and vacant bodies on my way through
who's eyes am i looking through to view this perception
who's tongue am i using to lead others into deception
surely, they are not my own
betraying all I have with free will to disregard
with this perfect freedom in an imperfect world
the sun has been scarred by my own imperfections
arise to the dawning of a new day despite the darkness
that consumes every living thing
even when the dead needs your light more
i'm face down and halfway faceless
from actions I tried to bury into the past
