Nichòlas

There's a chain that is controlling what you do.
 There's a sin in the beliefs you love.
 But again you just see what you want to.
 Live in a hell, keep it inside so no one can see it.
 All the good thoughts don't have sense to a life in vain.
 Faith, it can't remember your face.

 I'm seeking the respect that I never had for myself.

 Your rise and fall is what you deserve.
 You'll die a liar chasing your pathetic truth.
 Here no one can stand the pride that you exposed with so much light.
 You abused it.

 That's why I'll take mine.
 You'll find something to say too.

 So it was proven you're nothing new.
 Denied by pardon.
 Taste the weight of abandonment.
 An empty shell renewed by cursed desires.
 That will bring it to nowhere.
 You waited 'till the end,
 Hoping to be absolved.

 There is no sorrow to feel, to see.

 I know you said it was to feel,
 To see what was left,
 Left of my scene.
 This is my last scene.

 Waste, waste the promise of the pure.
 Burning rememberance of the gone,
 Give a motive to the wreck.
 You've taken the null and braced regress.

 If I move now,
 I'll be seen clearly starving (all along)
 Enough to remind me I'm so far, far away
 'Cause I can take all and burn it with my sins.

 Bless the living that have a dream,
 Souls awakened for the wills, for the purposes.
 Drop the guilt of all the misdeeds.
 There's a vision, it's to bear,
 It's to realize.
 (Time stands still while failure rises here.
 And time killed, we hang on these unread best intents.)
 There's a meaning in the burden.
 Put commitment in the time that's been gifted you,
 Ban the languished unconsciousness,
 Grant the knowledge, it's for them.
 It's for everyone.