| I'm looking for excuses to bring myself down, and I don't know why. Demon, I'm not your puppet, I refuse to be your escapegoat, I won't be another case left for Rescue, I won't give into the excuse to drown in misery, or this Pitch Black water you dragged me into. I'll swim to the shore, and remember what it is that I think is more. More than this, before this, there was constant regret, and now, I'm breaking the chains, freeing myself from your debt. I won't pay the price you set, you can bet, Its you I won't let win, even through my sins. I turn over the Gold you stole, I'll leave it on the doorsteps even if my Heart has turned cold, I'm doing my best to make ammends for what you did, now, Its me, that they forbid to much of your pain Iv taken in. All the hellacious fights, the freezing cold and lonly nights, you were there, and I was resting, for the battle. Now its here. Ready or not. I'm dieing already, so I guess. This fight will be steady, Firm in my pride, I can't give in, even if it kills me, I'll fall back into Hell, but I'll drag you with me, leaving this body broken and empty. My Vanity is dead, all was lost, inside the cost for freedom, and now, I look back at all I thought, I saw my fall, and I heard the call, welcome, I won't become your slave, even if this defense takes me to my grave. I'm not going to let you pull the strings, I'm going to cut them like all things meaningless to me. Relentless fight against the evil that needs to drag me down, I don't have a crown, no throne, just a rolling nightmare with all things done wrong, shown. So I'm ready to go, so I'm here to let you know. Its over. You'll need a four leaf clover, because, I refuse to lose, I'll be drinking booze, for the wounds after I take you down, with your little gold crown. |
