White Sheep

Words, the shape of a sword Claim, the absurd Regards, fake preferred Scars, remain unheard Decorate a life, left unlived With shiny trash, be relived Remain alive, among the dead Just a tail, with no head Nice and tidy we crawl, up a giant mountain of discontent Maybe the road to hell, is paved with no intention at all See past the mountain peak, rise through the suffering Fresh air rejuvenates, journey to recovery So hold dear the heart that bleeds for you Bury yours deep within the cold of the night Fingers, the shape of a gun Shoot, words that kill Warrior, behind the screen Hide, silent scream Dedicate your life, to wasting time Leave behind, broken minds Feel supreme, a loser's dream Wake me up, with a silent scream Nice and tidy we crawl, up a giant mountain of discontent Maybe the road to hell, is paved with no intention at all See past the mountain peak, rise through the suffering Fresh air rejuvenates, journey to recovery