There is something so tragic about you
Not the scars that mark your skin
Not the lies some believe are true
Not your time of daily drunken sin
But the reason you fall is because you believe it all
Release the rusted chains of slavery from your wrists
To write the words you wish to speak again
Strip yourself by nails and fists
To grasp the sword with which you have slain
To fight the cursed name in which thrusted you into unwanted fame
When your time comes around I will lay you down
Your body in a wooden prison of eternity
Sunk into the earth, in the center of town
No mourning will occur for no one will weep with pity
Young mouths with gasp and old hands will clasp
Your soul, a mystic creature rarely seen by naked eye
Will raise into the heavens ruled by an aliens goddess
Scream the name of the place to which you will fly
Where people speak of curses that only bless
Where roses are born clear of a single thorn
