A means to end

When the shadows came alive again
The ghosts remained my only friends
and the flames I thought would cleanse me
were just a means to end

The visions of my agony
were a self-fulfilling prophecy
I can see the future
but it keeps blinding me

I will never make it home
I always hoped I'd die alone
but I never quite believed
that I'd reap the seeds I'd sown

I played the damnation game
Too happy with what I became
I keep myself within these walls
to hide from all your shame

So I turned my back again
and washed the blood off of my hands
The vicious circle begins anew
but I don't think I can

As a revolting symphony
plays for unused sympathy
I wonder how easy it must be
for you to thrive on your pity

I can see it coming down

If the future is the consequence of our past
Then why are we so afraid
Do we fear that nothing can be saved
From all the suffering we've laid

A tortured soul of joy denied
Don't you see all you ever do is cry
and ask unto the world
"Who have suffered more than I?"

Though you find time to complain
You remain passive just the same
I guess no one has told you
Tears won't bring you change

Know your disassociation
with your own contamination
will only lead you further
into your degeneration

When the shadows came alive again
The ghosts remained my only friends
and the flames I thought would cleanse me
were just a means to end

Know your disassociation
with your own contamination
will only lead you further
into your degeneration