To Die Is To Gain

I have left a trail of failures from the path of hell until now.

I haven't seen the light in days and I swear, there are men of inventions finding ways to imprison me.

 And if it's the songs I listen to, the music of devils, I will never find my way back again.

Steady, ready your caskets, give the gifts to the loving families.

Caught in the air and leaked out of our lungs.

The water is now filling up our empty lives.

We deserve what we get but how do we deserve our sentences, when the executioner is justice in the hands of destructive men?

I've seen it all and I am worst of it.

Static, is the cross I hold in my finger tips and death grips this future around my fading life.

The air becomes tight.

Children cover your eyes, nothing left to see here but the end of the world done by ourselves.

Left undead and fixed with a scar.

The angels will recognize us and say, "Come this way."

The way we have been searching for so long is clouded by the likeness of God.

So why was I this careless?
I trusted in the souls of many men who have led me straight from the path to the grave.

And foolish enough to be, I trusted myself in this nightmare of a dream.
To think the race of life, was done swiftly and violently.
Now I have led myself astray and must awake.
Awake in the heart of God,
breathe in the air of life,
ingest the fruit of this world and live to die.
But die freely.
Vengeance to reclaim my life, is mine.
You will see a change, I chose this way.