we chase the for the fallen dream
we pray for better days
after incarceration iv realized my better days
this is for my children
now longer in adulation of the damage done
as gods fallen angels lay there with severed wings battered and rapped
now lay thy down two of the fallen disciple and suicide this day
now longer can i pray to a god that has fallen from grace
that let this harlot that chemical russan roulette
a gun to the temple to there brains
thy father fights this battle alone
this terminal suicidal desease
he wont give it
this is for his children
bend back words and crawling on his blacken bloody knees
this all due to thy childrens play
forsaken and damage by thy god that has fallen from grace
the inner demons that hold them far from grace
while thy gods have severed there wings
while thy fathers kin his gift to thy world has been raped
he fights this war alone
as thy kingdom burns
he has no one to cry to
only to be told the crippled days
yet he fights
he fights
but yet in better day
thy father would feel better dead
with medications of death
one to many to day
will you lie six feet under with your kin today
was it the stress that did this to you?
was it we the fallen of are suicidal diseases?
was it worrying about your gift to the world that layed raped and beaten?
as we took are live together do we feel better dead?
was it this pill that forever made you numb
or thy father do you feel better dead?
we are guided in a mis-pathed lie
this prophecy that has damned our souls
but we can live it out to thy best
thy fathers childrens play
was never so easy
he was the guided light the savior our exit out of the blackness
but he was damned himself cause he could only try his best
but as the damage is done on him as well
his mental stability is never oh so well
thy kin of suicide
watches him destroy him self each day
his creator his savior
thy father you do not fight this battle alone
nor do you not have no one to cry to
you have the bound of thy fallen angles
even if thy god has fallen from grace and severed are wings
but if i have learned in time the suffering i made was the peace and innocents
i find in thy unconditional love youve spread through thy fallens veins
this is what made thy fallen disciples and suicide see better days