This is a poem for the lost and the fallen
For all gods, sons and devils daughters
Following the footstep of our fathers
No one can stop the rain, the raising water
I am torn into with every thought of you
You drive me to the brink
How do i get through this?
So take me back to a time I didn't feel so alone
Sometimes I get so stressed so please don't tell me that i'ts all in my head
So ask yourself, can you bottle it inside?
This rage building deep within
All these words you see me crying out (crying out)
Yet no one seems to listen (seems to listen)
First breath, last breath
All that matters is to be apart that man you are looking for
Betrayed
Confess your sins to me
I can see you're on the edge
Slip!