Obsidian

Trapped inside my own mind, there was one thing I was forbidden to realize

FIghting all my life for pain that never seemed to appear

The fables of our hardships never seem to uncover what they should have

I am trapped inside my own mind, hear the dead's chime, with the blackened sun rise

Deft and strong in my mind, I catenate these chains of gripping hatred

And sew these vestiges of a past once commerced with you

These cold tarmac floors chill the rage of betrayal inside my own mind

Inside the damned's mind, hear the dead's chime, raise yourself with the blackened sun rise