Thoughts that swell like crashing waves

Drowning in the guilt of my wasted days

Shot out like a bullet from the womb to the curb

I spent my time following a pattern I never learned

Wasted words brought no rewards, no purpose served

I reserved my hateful gift, so I gave you my skin, with nothing left to give

Trees weeping off the wilt of autumn's leaves (autumn's leaves)

A change of heart (change of heart) with winter's breeze

(Trauma didn't make me strong, it made me selfish)

A bitter and angry fuck, why am I like this?

(My past isn't rich but my words are more than two-cents)

But after what I've fucking done who would listen?

(I could help myself or act self righteous)

Nobody else would, it isn't worth it

I just want to go away from all of you

Running against the wind, in a fight I'll never win

Succumbing to the vices, as adversity arises

Try as I might, but I'm never surprised by the silence from the alter, as I beg for redemption of my falter

As I watched the words pour from the mouth, disappointment from the lips

Don't tell me your grievance, it doesn't mean shit

My peace of mind isn't worth this

Thoughts that swell like crashing waves

Drowning in the guilt of my wasted days

Shot out like a bullet from the womb to the curb

I spent my time following a pattern I never learned

Wasted words brought no rewards, no purpose served

I reserved my hateful gift, so I gave you my skin, with nothing left to give

"Heed my words, Struggler. Soon a rain of blood, the likes of which you cannot imagine, shall fall down upon you. It will be a storm of death. But take heed, Struggler. Struggle, endure, contend. For that alone is the sword of one who defies death."