Taken from Pictures Of Angels
I’ve got to learn to control my rage
but I’m suffocated now I think you’ve got me caged
I’d die right now for my escape
dead eyes knife tight in hand and I’m about to break.
I just wanted to forget but you remind me of how I was
of what I was and what I lost
you always tried to make the best
the best of it
but not me.
I think I realised too late
I don’t want to take the blame but I don’t believe in fate
so how did you get in to that state?
rust on my fingers scratching, pulling at my face.
You were never around to absolve my sin
I trembled alone in darkness clutching at my skin
and now you’re on your knees again
an evil angel praying for me to go insane.