What happened to my stability
I ran so far so futily
Instantly vanished from nothing
Yeilding that which cannot be
I cannot escape a tendency
To bathe in pure infancy
Different breathes of mortal land
Leaving nothing for my hand
Mutated metaphysical genes
Yeilding that which cannot be
Feet planted firmly to the ground
Even when i'm not around
I suck it down deep within sin
Down to marrow wrapped in skin
Time stays still yet mind forgets
Reaching out where nothings left
Reaking order from somewhere else
Twisting visions of myself
Let me go and leave me be
I'll not concede to misery
Take your hate in all it's glory
This is the end to a tainted story
