Visitor, come to my room
And see all the trash I've made
Stay a while
I'm on the verge of
Laying it down
A vagabond
And all his trash
In search to find his crown
Your mind is like a candle stick
And my ambitions
Are constantly burning out
I'd hate to
Rain on your parade
But everything you know
Is taken by this flood
You were blind but there's no hope
Dig a hole but there's no blood
And Who am I to pretend?
And who am I
To recommend there is something less.
Than timelines and whores
That drag you back to the floor
And cut your eyes out?
Find me, oh Saint
I'm bending, breaking
At my knees
Praying
I'm exposed
This earth has taken pride
In seeing my
Most vulnerable state
I find no humor
In letting yourself stray away
From those pictures
When they cause you to see
Shame in yourself
Well you can run from your problems
But they'll follow you like a trend
One shot to forgetting
Six shots to falling in the end
I was the king
Of kings
I stand for one rule
And one rule for myself
As a man
I will fall
And as my son you've watched it all
Behind every mask
Lies a man
Who can't live in his own skin
He lives by the flask
He bathes in his past
And he dies by his own sins