Running through the fog,
Seeing nothing, seeing no end.
Even then I got caught,
By the mighty devil's hand.
Since then I have been thrown,
To the most amazing places,
Where I was greeted as thorn.
And shunned like I was faceless!
The fear and sadness in me,
Turned into heavy anger.
Taking control over me,
Making me stronger but still weaker.
Anger has turned into fire,
And I carry it with me as mine!
I would like to see some desire,
And burn it with all rest in line.
I feel weak, alone and all of the above.
Like I was made to be a fiend.
Burning everything that represents love,
And loving everything that will soon end.
Seeing nothing, seeing no end.
Even then I got caught,
By the mighty devil's hand.
Since then I have been thrown,
To the most amazing places,
Where I was greeted as thorn.
And shunned like I was faceless!
The fear and sadness in me,
Turned into heavy anger.
Taking control over me,
Making me stronger but still weaker.
Anger has turned into fire,
And I carry it with me as mine!
I would like to see some desire,
And burn it with all rest in line.
I feel weak, alone and all of the above.
Like I was made to be a fiend.
Burning everything that represents love,
And loving everything that will soon end.