My tongue is twisted to truth,
Inveterate honesty a really bad deal.
The braid is strong, I can't do wrong,
Utterly powerless I feel.
The world is full of strife, abject life,
Most people clearly already in hell.
Their songs sung are high strung,
Emotions and people sell very well.
I think these thoughts, my mind rots,
In the dungeons of my dark times.
The memories of my past, the shadow cast,
Is longer than what were the crimes.
I try make believe, I strive and I heave,
I have nothing more to loose.
It's the time ahead, need my head,
Otherwise it's unwise to even choose.
The rainbow is drawn, the colors from it shorn,
There's just a dull gray twilight mist.
There's that feeling in me, I can't breathe free,
I hit the void hard with my fist.
