Narrative Of Soul Against Soul
[To the wounded:]I have seen the self image they've forced youTo reduce to shattered glass,With the only remaining value lying in its jagged edgesBut the few who warrant waking for await their recognitionNo fear of death, but with fear of life,Your weakness kills everyoneSo liveAngels for everyoneFor no lack of searching I can't seem to find oneAngels in everyoneWhat of all their promises?Can't seem to find much more than liesAngels in anyoneA permanent solution to a temporary problemBefore I'd lay me down to rest,I'd throw away everything to live