Walking through the ruins of my past

Shadows are cast upon the ground

They say the past repeats itself

Is this where truth can be found?

If I were to give you any advice

When you come to a fork in the road

I'd tell you to choose wisely

Pick the right one, painlessly abode

Although I am hypocritical in word

My plight is far from absurd

If you listen closely to the sound

You'll hear the lone cry unheard

From the depths of those shadows

That are cast upon the dust

You'll see a form of evil

It comes in the shape of lust