Dark alleys don't usually offer the right way |
The Devil Himself The hollow armor Everything was white till it became dark again So clearly yet so disturbingly in vain As senseless it may be I couldn’t fight such destiny It wasn’t luxury, wasn’t vanity nor even not envy But the mere fact that everything I was for was handled cowardly Since the leaves won’t fall I tried shaking the tree Since the doves won’t fly, I came and set them free No more of lying to myself and deceiving what I am And no more of my ambitions to find Hitler’s white Gem Because I wasn’t born for the mere expectations of “them” Bullet holes are all that I see Shooters are nowhere else to be But from the people whom I trusted the most Now I see myself yet another ghost Who’s soul is all this time lost I don’t expect people to understand these misjudgments And I don’t intend to arrange more of those arguments Let them be a prejudice to what they see now But when I resurrect once again, all I expect from them is a vow That forever they took from me, forever now they shall figure how So I stopped blaming and started retaliating For the making of things with impossible meanings Now they are ever-seeing and most of them wondering How to stop me creating such a thing for them worth destroying I just wish they stop their prying to start helping me by believing For such actions worth pretending Comes to the halt of its ending Never supposed to hurt you stung everyday And past cannot be forgotten Forgiveness is weakness; vengeance of love begotten -It's just inevitable for us |