Time
Being shackled to a couple of dead man than thrown off from a boat
The river Styx is so polluted with lost and abandonned souls
Screaming bullets riddle the twighlight piercing holes into the night
Incarseration within a bubble ready to burst inside my mind
The language barrier has thickened as communication begins to die
Am I being disassembled, disconnected, sent to a desert and classified
Because I am nothing but an empty shell a former image of myself
Just give my hands a steal bible and watch me live through hell
Where prayers echo into the infinate but are as shallow as a cell
So sit upon your angry chair where noone cares to hear the stories that you tell
The Deciever likes to whisper the wrong choices into my ear
But I believe remorse leads to redemption so I shall not fear
You see I am not frightened by darkness and I am not afraid of heights
I was nurtured in a dark womb and since birth Ive been reaching for the sky
Peripheral vision is no illusion because I can see you by my side
Just give me the stripes that I came for and let me do my time
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