Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Path of the Chosen Lonely

My life isn't for personal love
You discarded my hope
Now get the fuck off my path
I'd rather walk on lonely

But for now I sit alone
Until my time comes to go
I'll march out like their prisoner
And let the firing squad entertain them

Sitting in a dusty place
Far away from hope
In silence I'm dealing with my own head
Inside is a circus of circling eyes
Dangerous is their gaze upon me

But for now I sit alone
Until my time comes to go
I'll march out like their prisoner
And let the firing squad entertain them

Even now I stand in shadow
Blamed forever at any cost
Took over my whole mind
I'm now everyone's accumulated shames

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