| In confirmity with myself
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| Roots anchored in the ground
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| This kind soul that I harbor
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| Or just an illusion of my mind
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| Maybe sometimes I have this feeling
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| Concealed hatred running through my veins
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| But I’m still waiting
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| When soul becomes a doubt
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| We just fall in between
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| Two mirrors trapped my face
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| For so many years and so many hopes, I guess I’ll still be saved
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| Fills me warmly till the rain controls me
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| It seeds my heart, my heart
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| I get the feeling that I’m decaying from inside
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| This constant doubt
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| Is this really happening?
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| Am I in control of myself?
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| What have I become?
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| What is the difference between me and myself?
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| People have always thought the same of me, worst man they could’ve ever seen
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| Silence before the storm
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| Please, save me from myself
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| Storm before the silence
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| Will it ever die in me?
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| For so many years and so many hopes, I guess I’ll still be saved
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| Fills me warmly till the rain controls me
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| It seeds my heart, my heart
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| So they’ll pray, a disguise for a sickness well spread
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| Always light upon darkness
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| Burn your hands over tails, say the devil is in me
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| In enchantment they’ll call amen! |