Split

In confirmity with myself,

roots anchored in the ground

this kind soul that I harbor

or just an illusion of my mind,

maybe sometimes I have this feeling

concealed hatred running through my veins

But I'm still waiting

when soul becomes a doubt

We just fall in between

two mirrors trapped my face

 

For so many years and so many hopes, I guess I'll still be saved

Fills me warmly till the rain controls me

It seeds my heart, my heart

I get the feeling that I'm decaying from inside

this constant doubt

Is this really happening?

Am I in control of myself?

What have I become?

What is the difference between me and myself?

 

people have always thought the same of me, worst man they could've ever seen

silence before the storm,

please, save me from myself

storm before the silence

will it ever die in me?

 

For so many years and so many hopes, I guess I'll still be saved

Fills me warmly till the rain controls me

It seeds my heart, my heart

 

So they'll pray, a disguise for a sickness well spread

always light upon darkness

burn your hands over tails, say the devil is in me