We've been cursed and isolated through time.
Forced to live our lonesomeness in pain.
And lie wasted in our cold lonely mind.
We were rejected for embracing our darkness.
And allowing it to become a part of us.
While the rest rejected it without thought.
Without our darkness we are not whole.
It makes up the most of us.
And lights our world with the gloomy darkness we so lovingly greet.
For these reasons we were left to bleed and to let these tears fall crashing.
To sit in a cold dark corner alone from the world.
And to let our eyes close to everthing around us.
Through our isolation we are slowly crushed.
And constantly feeling the effects of lonesomeness.
Forever asking ourselves if we are alone and in our minds we can't feel whole.
Because the isolation of our kinds live on.
But we're gradually breaking our isolation and regaining all our lost hope.
For which oh so wrongfully they took from us and drained us down to nothing.
