defeat only felt in the street
to be beat and not know who you wanna be
so i sleep but i cant ever seem to dream
of being myself once again or even knowing my name
its insane the punishment that one really faces
when my name comes up and all it does is disgraces
those who i thought would love me until the very end
now i find myself alone not even one friend
to talk to or laugh or speak my mind
why has everyone i loved become harder to find

so now im blind stuck in this fortress that is forgotten and fallen
waking up to lost souls just sitting there balling
tears flooding not knowing wat am i suppose to do
when my mask of glass shatters and my true self shows through
i cover my scars cuz i want no one to really know my past
stabbed and slashed are memoirs that cant ever be stashed
away from the world as my mind once made it
why when i finally make my mark does it seem to be faded
by all of these corupt people trying to make a buck
this is such B.S. why must they test their luck
they should just enjoy their life of freedom before it is taken
exspecting nothing less than wat they are already makin

my punishment must last for the exsistence of time
cuz when u bend the fabric that defines space and mind
u will find that am tortured in ways beyond our kind
the world will end and when it does there will be to blame only us
i discuss my torment with this life and world with you
only to tell you that the only thing true in you is wat you do
not for yourself but when you happen to grace or bless the others
take a child under ur wing and be rich with ur brothers
for we are all family and should live as it is told
and in order for the story to unfold i have sold my soul