Lyrics

We all give in to temptation.
Right now my temper’s tempature’s higher than ever.
I'm tempted to cool down, but anger’s the only emotion I'm allowed to tamper with, without being judged by Satan's angels, from every angle.
I try to align myself with happiness and faith. But I make countless mistakes day after day. I'm afraid to face the fact that, I'm afraid.
As I lay face-down on the pavement of my unpaved path, I fall asleep.
My bravely’s depleted.
That's why I retreated, and gave up.
After awhile of being a slave to a reality you don't wanna face, you start noticing changes. I walk around this place I used to call “safe." And witness these picture frames shape-shifting.
Wish I could rearrange these dang paintings, as they paint my dang anger.
But I'm too impatient to make arrangements.
It pains me, knowing I'm still tangled up in my tainted ways…