A Means to End

When the shadows came alive again

The ghosts remained my only friends

and the flames I thought would cleanse me

were just a means to end

The visions of my agony

were a self-fulfilling prophecy

I can see the future

but it keeps blinding me

I will never make it home

I always hoped I'd die alone

but I never quite believed

that I'd reap the seeds I'd sown

I played the damnation game

Too happy with what I became

I keep myself within these walls

to hide from all your shame

So I turned my back again

and washed the blood off of my hands

The vicious circle begins anew

but I don't think I can

As a revolting symphony

plays for unused sympathy

I wonder how easy it must be

for you to thrive on your pity

I can see it coming down

If the future is the consequence of our past

Then why are we so afraid

Do we fear that nothing can be saved

From all the suffering we've laid

A tortured soul of joy denied

Don't you see all you ever do is cry

and ask unto the world

"Who have suffered more than I?"

Though you find time to complain

You remain passive just the same

I guess no one has told you

Tears won't bring you change

Know your disassociation

with your own contamination

will only lead you further

into your degeneration

When the shadows came alive again

The ghosts remained my only friends

and the flames I thought would cleanse me

were just a means to end

Know your disassociation

with your own contamination

will only lead you further

into your degeneration