Cracks in the walls and bleeding fists should make things blatantly obvious,
that this frowning face will never, smile again.
This is all in the past now, the future is waiting for me.
This is the last time I, will take this before I die,
and with this puncturing point I will take my life.
And on my grave, you'll paint the words that you wish you could say,
without proving that your selfishness can't change your evil ways.
Once I have overcome the suffocation from all this dirt's not enough to lock the cage that I belong to.
Scared for your life, God's only gift, You’re scared to death, I'm scared to live.
