"There's No Redemption"

Honestly I try to sleep
But the images refuse to die
A desolate song, wrought of pain
By the innocent

Hate is a bursting cloud of anger
That is what my angel told me learning about life
That is what my angel told me resolving

I hate the way you make me feel,

I hate the way you run around

I hate the way you bash my name all around town.

I hate that

Discover Wrath

And it's gone, my resolve, blown apart into a separate form
Strewn about the dark sky as ingredients for a

BECOMING:

I’m not like you

I don’t trample

Over other people’s feelings

I don’t use them

I don’t