Got up made up a tale
Maybe it meant well
Didn't wanna hide behind those shells
Heaven is a dream cause I'm already hell's
Confused what it was for a holy grail
I most likely will return cause I don't like my life's face
Always covered with a black lace
How am I to know it really is what it says
I could only know what I make of the shades
I know of two too many blames
OK now am out of place
I sight too many ways
Should I follow or make up a trace
Man everything feels like a race
I can't slow down back to my pace
yelled a disgrace
Cried leaning on a rage
Forgot my own cause my head it rings other names