Of the Dark

It's about when people make themselves sick with self-doubt and depression

Come on and enjoy the night

Thing's only get harder 

Wrongs never become right

 

Come on and share the fun

We're only getting older

Death by disease or the gun

 

Lord of the dark and the black

I'm wiser, wearier and never coming back

Lord of the melancholy track

My fragile veil breaking

The mirror exposes me, the fraud begins to crack

 

I'm laying in bed and thinking of her

The opportunities I did or didn't take

The kisses we shared and the smiles we faked

 

I can't help but stop and stare

Looking for answers

To a problem that's no longer there

 

Lord of the dark and the black

I'm wiser, wearier and I'm never coming back

Lord of the melancholy track

My fragile veil breaking

The mirror exposes me, the fraud beginning to crack

 

I'm cheating myself out of a better life

I'm poisoning myself and wallowing in sweet decay

All of my self-doubt, thriving in darkness

 

In reunion with my old dark self 

As I scorch my arms with ash

And let the reaper cold-clinch my soul

And my health

 

 

The End

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