1. DIGITAL ARMAGEDDON

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2. INNOCENCE

"Darkness, so pure not a single ray of light can find its way to me.
How long have I soaked in this darkness… eternity?
Though at times I think just a moment...
I feel nothing, as though there were nothing and I am floating in it."

Was this the moment that started it all?
The edge I stood on for so long
The moment before the jump
No catch before the fall
The forgiveness only lifted the burden for so long
And when I had it in my hands it anchored me under water, I knew it was over
Her hand, golden and aged, pulled me to shore

"Are you alone?"


3. BALLADOFTHEUNKNOWN.PK3

"You’re going to be alright
You just stumbled over a stone in the road
It means nothing
Your goal lies far beyond this, doesn’t it?
I’m sure you’ll overcome this
You’ll walk again… soon"


4. DAEDALUS

Thoughts that swell like crashing waves
Drowning in the guilt of my wasted days

Shot out like a bullet from the womb to the curb
I spent my time following a pattern I never learned
Wasted words brought no rewards, no purpose served
I reserved my hateful gift, so I gave you my skin, with nothing left to give

Trees weeping off the wilt of autumn’s leaves (autumn’s leaves)
A change of heart (change of heart) with winter’s breeze

(Trauma didn’t make me strong, it made me selfish)
A bitter and angry fuck, why am I like this?
(My past isn’t rich but my words are more than two-cents)
But after what I’ve fucking done who would listen?
(I could help myself or act self righteous)
Nobody else would, it isn’t worth it
I just want to go away from all of you

Running against the wind, in a fight I’ll never win
Succumbing to the vices, as adversity arises

Try as I might, but I’m never surprised by the silence from the alter, as I beg for redemption of my falter
As I watched the words pour from the mouth, disappointment from the lips
Don’t tell me your grievance, it doesn’t mean shit
My peace of mind isn’t worth this

Thoughts that swell like crashing waves
Drowning in the guilt of my wasted days

Shot out like a bullet from the womb to the curb
I spent my time following a pattern I never learned
Wasted words brought no rewards, no purpose served
I reserved my hateful gift, so I gave you my skin, with nothing left to give

“Heed my words, Struggler. Soon a rain of blood, the likes of which you cannot imagine, shall fall down upon you. It will be a storm of death. But take heed, Struggler. Struggle, endure, contend. For that alone is the sword of one who defies death.”