Stood,
in between the maze,
every one stomped me in the face,
wanting to erase every bit of my existence.
I cant see through the haze,
of this psychopathic daze,
and it has worsened,
all of my perplexed decisions.
I,
am the last of my breed.
Nothin\' more that i need,
Only the answers to my questions,
which are answers to my sins.
Before my ending,
will start to begin.
The haters of my faith,
killing me are my kin.
all the shades of my life,gone grey.
but it\'s their world, in which i am livin.
Look down at me and tell me,
what i did i do to deserve this,
Just one wrong turn,
or everything could\'ve been so perfect.
Wicked angels of life and death,
come down to provoke me,
to follow my sins in my heart,
Before i try to choke me.
So im left here falling out,
Where are you now that im calling out.
Twisted needles bored in my soul.
being tormented to the core.
Dying in me the life of death,
but i dont want to go where i was before.
