This is Mine

I am the darkness that hides in the light I am the wrong in all that is right I excel in painting hatred with shades of love A bestial mural; a portrait of blood Your nothing – your all All these things you thought were you... They're mine I'll feed you, your scraps of freedom And at the bowl you'll beg for more You've given so much life to all this that is mine I am the sadness that brings a smile I am the fool embraced by guile I aspire to drag below what lay above (on high) The blade clipping your wings as you standing to fly Your nothing – your all All these things you thought were you... They're mine I'll feed you, your scraps of freedom And at the bowl you'll beg for more You've given so much life to all this that is mine Your nothing – your all All these things you thought were you... They're mine I'll feed you, your scraps of freedom And at the bowl you'll beg for more Your nothing – your all All these things you thought were you... They're mine I'll feed you, your scraps of freedom And at the bowl you'll beg for more