fall from grace in hopes to save my face
emptiness is heavier than i care to claim
embracing illusion to sugarcoat confusion
come onto the stage and preach the words
that haunt us all
I am a cut within the ripple of all time
a crying rebirth, till joyously I die
complete on the state, appeasing all my rage
yes i will take the fall, a slave to the call
existences complace me, agitated and annoyed
bitter roots to fulfill such a dismal void
what held my sanity in place, has long since run away
faceless, unidentified, never to be content with this life
I am a cut within the ripple of all time
a crying rebirth, till joyously I die
complete on the state, appeasing all my rage
yes i will take the fall, a slave to the call
with every renewing chapter in the story of my life
an old part forsaken, a part of me dies
there is a limit to the skies
but never the chasms carved within my mind
