Connect the Cuts

Well I've been looking for redemption

What was gold now is lost to the wolves

As the choler inside swells like locusts swarm

With all that I've been given

The more I've taken

Put me out of my misery

Dig a hole and throw me in the ground

With little faith in a God or humanity I'm lost

Sometimes I think to myself, "you should burn mother fucker, burn"

There's no truth in resting on laurels

Or the blindfold of crooked ideals and morals

On and on till the end

The serpents in my head

Will show themselves through the whites of my eyes

If all is lost again will I repeat or repent?

Or will I realize the devil's in disguise?

I'll fucking self-destruct

Well I've been bitten by temptation

Body of rust and a cynical soul

I can't seem to fend off all the vermin

I feel the devil he's calling

He's gnawing his way through the walls

Is this the bitter end to a lost cause (in his jaws)

Or a chance to reignite?

Fuck

Doubt has dragged me down to rock bottom this time

Despite the weight on my shoulders I continue to climb

In my final hours towards a higher power to find I'm damaged by design

I can't believe it was so difficult to see

That all along my only enemy was me

I should burn

Burn...