Salvation
These sick, twisted, demented minds
Play me like a pawn
In a game I wish not to play
Beat down by whordes of demons
Then left for dead
Pushed to my breaking point
Years of lacerations
Scars rain pain on my wrists
Then blood pours from the heavens
Salvation
These self-righteous beings command me
Through the drama of their lives
Always dared to cross their lines
And laughing as I scream in pain
I'll leave this place in vain
Then walk to my death
Pushed beyond breaking through
Years of lacerations
Scars rain pain on my wrists
Then blood pours from the heavens
Salvation
Copyright © Charles Grisham | Year Posted 2005
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