I am the darkness that hides in the light
I am the wrong in all that is right
I excel in painting hatred with shades of love
A bestial mural; a portrait of blood
Your nothing – your all
All these things you thought were you…
They’re mine
I’ll feed you scraps of freedom
And at the bowl you’ll beg for more
You’ve given so much life to all this that is mine
I am the sadness that brings a smile
I am the fool embraced by guile
I aspire to drag below what lay above (on high)
The blade clipping your wings as your standing to fly
Your nothing – your all
All these things you thought were you…
They’re mine
I’ll feed you scraps of freedom
And at the bowl you’ll beg for more
