Thoughts that swell like crashing waves
Drowning in the guilt of my wasted days

Shot out like a bullet from the womb to the curb
I spent my time following a pattern I never learned
Wasted words brought no rewards, no purpose served
I reserved my hateful gift
So I gave you my skin
With nothing left to give

Trees weeping off the wilt of autumn's leaves (autumn's leaves)
A change of heart (change of heart)
With winter's breeze

Trauma didn't make me strong, it made me selfish
A bitter and angry fuck, why am I like this?
My past isn't rich, but my words are more than two-cents
But after what I've fucking done, who would listen?
I could help myself or act self-righteous
Nobody else would, it isn't worth it
I just want to go away
From all of you

Running against the wind
In a fight I'll never win
Succumbing to the vices
As adversity arises
Try as I might
But I'm never surprised by the silence from the altar
As I beg for redemption
Of my falter
As I watched the words pour from the mouth
Disappointment from the lips
Don't tell me your grievance, it doesn't mean shit
My peace of mind isn't worth this

Thoughts that swell like crashing waves
Drowning in the guilt of my wasted days

Shot out like a bullet from the womb to the curb
I spent my time following a pattern I never learned
Wasted words brought no rewards, no purpose served
I reserved my hateful gift
So I gave you my skin
With nothing left to give

Heed my words, struggler
Soon a rain of blood, the likes of which you cannot imagine, shall fall down upon you
It will be a storm of death
But take heed, struggler
Struggle, endure, contend
For that alone is the sword of one who defies death