broken glass crushed on the floor stained with blood traces
ancient ash stored in crushed vases
past fears n demons from past cases
unleashed fast paces of conventional evil entwined in world races
chains that bar me from coursing in the wind
pains that cause it to brim of course its too grim..
cause it caused me believe it wasn't me for this dream
self esteem,i spit in its face when its grounding my cream..
[yeah...still on guys,ain't giving up:]