The lies still burn a vision we so desperately needed!

Oh, sweet depravity!

(Carved into my throat!)

Pray for a new day worth living to see.

Holding on to the truth,

While others burn it away,

Life is all but paradise,

For the awakened.

But yet I stand in the rain,

Ready for the storm. 

(Even if the tides wash away the pain,

Who can say they were here at all?

Eyes witness occurrences,

But who would ever listen to a broken spirit?)