The Weak and the Wounded
Neil Boshart, Shane Told
The end begins.
I can't escape
As it pulls me further into anesthesia.
Tear down my sense of conviction.
Corrupt my soul.
The end begins.
In my eyes.
In my heart.
I have laid upon a deadman's bed,
Only to fall into a trap of lies and seduction that rivals the greatest sense of love.
Play it back
Until the voice becomes just a sound.
Penetrate my mind with all these images of you.
I have given up an angel's kiss.
Only to break apart your path of trust and burn myself down.
Struggle to the end;
I scare myself.
I'd give it all to have it back.
I could have had it all in front of you all by myself.
Love in my eyes,
Lust in my heart.
I made it all up.
Lies, deceit empowers me,
So it ends.
