Confrontaion of bitter self hate Starvation to fill the need Manipulation of my sanity There’s hope for a dying breed Affirmation of who we are Observation of insecurities Reflection of another soul lost Staring back at me With nothing left to believe Nothing left- nothing There’s nothing left inside- of me So show me (show me) Tell me (tell me) Lie to me, say there’s good in me Just show me (show me) Tell me (tell me) Can you make me believe Can you convince me Will you fill the need This is my confession Of greed There’s nothing left Nothing left Nothing left to believe.
Weep not of yesteryear Wrists shackled in the dark In the balance slipping down Like a puppet you play your part Reasoning with emptiness Risking the world you’ve built Deciphering the madness Digging deeper still
Barren with the burden Burdened with the hate Hate for what’s inside Inside your perceptions
Walking in your sleep A nightmarish reality We all have vices holding us We all get the third degree Unfold the pages Seperate them from all you know Start with a clean slate With eyes open you will be shown
Unbecome Unbecome the ending Unbecome There is hope (of better days)