An Inner sense, Of insecurity
The pain within, But outward we must bleed
Determined will, A self destructive attribute
To kill oneself, Wielding nothing but a cause
Bleeding, Seeing for the first time
A willfull act, Unmatched by self control
Learning, Believing for the first time
That inside, There is no soul
Illusions fed, The pathos that you see
A weakness found, One of curiosity
Enthralled in sin, To feel judgments grip
Your primal fear, Exists in the eclipse
A face turned back, Your passive soul it meets
To trust oneself, A body at your feet
Enthralled in sin, To feel judgements grip
Your primal fear exists in the eclipse.