Afraid to turn.
But I did and met no maker at all.
Only instead, reflections of a rippled self.
I may at last see myself as good
In a neutral pond unbiased and real
Depicting only what is true.
A distortion my hand has forced.
I have created the wake.
I may at last see myself as good.
Paint a false scenario.
My life has been a breach of contract and faith.
I kid myself.
Moving through self degradation.
I turn to you for appreciation.
So help me to help myself.
So help me to love myself.
Hardly
Anesthesia
Hardly
For The World
Willing Oneself To Forget What Cannot Otherwise Be Forgiven
Solely Concentrating On The Negative Aspects Of Life
Scornful Of The Motives And Virtue Of Others
This Wake I Myself Have Stirred
Man Into Demon: And Their Faces Are Twisted With The Pain Of Living
Chorus Of The Dissimilar
The Bonds Of Those Who Have No Understanding Of Co
We Who Finish Last
Being Exemplary
If a Mountain Be My Obstacle
Outside The Boundaries Of A Friend
Two And Twenty Misfortunes
Whether To Cry Or Destroy
Given Flight By Demon's Wings
Let Us At Last Praise The Colonizers Of Dreams
Beyond Man