• Questioning the life within me
    Saving my self from me
    All the trees white from the blurred vision
    In my own prison
    Seeing the crimson flow from the bath of last dying day
    I sat and prayed
    Should i feel my face and block it from the blanket of sun
    The light so bright and painful
    Not wanting to leave my comfort zone where i feel so damn good
    Should i be some poor pitiful soul
    Inside I'm so gone
    No distance will make me ever go away from what is strong
    Looking above and trusting my instincts
    Never so cold and grey
    Where you want me to lay
    Deep into the grave, dirt so grey
    Unperfect, Unholy from my ghost
    So rare and un hearted

    I'm not joining you down there
    Falling so far down with you in it all
    So sick of it all
    Cause I'm not going that deep
    I'm not your leaper friend

    Wanting to consume her and find my way out
    Smashing your mirror
    So guilty of innocence when your around
    Tired of frowns
    I'm wanting my own crown
    Star gazed by what is in front of me
    My decision is very simple
    Time to see you crippled
    Like I use too
    Time to stopped it now
    Its leaving my hands
    The first and last time of this conversation
    I'm my own creation
    In my own film, no more black and white screens
    I'm the strong one yesterday and today
    No one else to blame
    It's all your guilt and screams this time

    I'm not joining you down there
    Falling so far down with you in it all
    So sick of it all
    Cause I'm not going that deep
    I'm not your leaper friend

    Molding my own model
    I'm have a new difference now
    You're not leading me on and on no more
    Never black and blue , no more sores
    Feeling the blood seep out my pores
    So torn from ugliness
    You wont get the best of me
    Look at me now
    Who has the magic frown
    Always staying and facing down
    I'm an angel
    Just remember the devil was an angel too
    Cause all my own dreams come true
    I'm replacing my old soul
    Bleeding out of control
    My wounds still wide open
    So what you got
    I got fist full of flies for the s**t you talk
    Bleed for this, All the stress is gone I'm blessed
    I walk the fine line of love and war
    Talk your s**t, just get your stories right
    You better be ready for the worst
    Its going to hurt
    I'm full of thirst
    Its been killing me
    So be ready for the three ring
    It's killing me
    So ill be what I wannabe
    If you don't believe me
    I'm full of sneak attacks
    Never joining you on your leaps

    I'm not joining you down there
    Falling so far down with you in it all
    So sick of it all
    Cause I'm not going that deep
    I'm not your leaper friend

    I'm not joining you down there
    Falling so far down with you in it all
    So sick of it all
    Cause I'm not going that deep
    I'm not your leaper friend