With all that I am,
All of the overcast insides
The Many faces of me
All that I could be
But insanity and vanity kills
My Hands are held are low but you attack
My words that are spoken
Against your promise’s
Now are lay broken
All we know is that
We’re skin and bones
And a blood stain
On our clothes
Words again
Are spoken
With promises broken
Laid to rest in the rain
Now that I’ve woken
I see the flight of lies
And the shadows
Of webs that have been woven
With the man I became
I have nothing to prove
But all to gain
And I am walking
For all the words spoken
Promises lay broken
Vanity pills
Insanity kills
So I’m walking now that I’ve woken
To heavenly hills
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