society is addicted to the drama
you know you're sick when you admit you have a problem
then tell yourself its too late to try and solve it
i call it like i see it
they're all unconscious
walking around but still asleep
just like some zombies
im surrounded by a bunch of alcoholics
and if you drink, you don't have a soul
sorry
you're playing around in the wrong territory
you must not be able to feel these spirits around you
or am i the only one who can sense them
probably
such a sad story
poor me
i just might dress up as an angel for halloween
its the only way that ill be able to scare you freaks
even when in hell, im heavenly
no witches spell has ever effected me
they get repelled
they always fail
they have to kneel
they cant deny that what i am is such a gift
they get crushed by there own hatred and the guilt
they cant take it
they cant help but run away and tuck there tail
i am ancient
they cant face me
im there fear
i am patient
i am grace
i am here