Running away to a distant yet familiar memory, attempting to not condone and reform to the actual Numbness

My words inhabit my body and experience the physicality and the inner silence that becomes eloquent only in performance.

I see the things around me with a different view as the others, I’m a non-conformist being sucked into a world full of all the same rebels

Wishing I knew the way to rid myself of all harmful vices, wishing I knew a way to avoid the calls of the Devil

My demonic ways beginning to take over my lifestyle surrounded by Angel faced Devils waiting for opportunities to do me wrong

Corrupting the pure innocence of those lucky enough to not be possessed by the lyrics