Woeconstrictor

You're just a sacrificial lamb
Forgotten their stories
You battle with gods among men
Your whole life they've told you
"You can't win" and you can't
Confusion is spreading and causing
Your mind to defend

Lower than heaven, Higher than hell
somewhere between where the glass it had fell
Fearing the sorrow of witchery's spell.
Woe is the tale that I tell.

You're just a fruit in devil's hands
Wilted and withered in times where you should make a stand
For greatness you've traveled but there is nothing yet
The curse of the fire that's burnt the inside of your hand.

Slither with serpents, sly with disease
Posturing people all down on their knees.
Worshiping shadows and false entities
Bring all your Woe onto me

You think you're safe when you are lying in bed
Their ghostly image I can't get from my head.
They're saying words that put the nightmares in your head
Just like the catacombs that live in my head.

You are a world away from them
an opinion means nothing if there is no fight in the end
And they've always told you that "You can't win" But you can.
The last curtain's calling and I am your biggest fan
Till I see you again