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I got shit on my brain- I'm trying to escape these rooms,

I've been cursed since the day that I exited the womb

I can feel it in the air- The death still looms,

Condemned to a life that is destined for doom.

Im praying to the sky- Because I don't have much left

Saying either let me fly- Or just give me death

I don't ask why- Because In Peace we Rest

It's pointless to try- Because this world is a mess.

The Angels await me- As they watch over my head,

It's hard to fight the feeling- When you feel the world wants you dead.

Im five steps from heaven- And only two steps from hell,

So much of me has been given- My soul must I sell?

How many stories must I tell- Of the everyday struggles,

Trying to be heard- But being quieted by the Devils muzzle.

It hurts deep inside- But I've realized the truth,

I'm only 18 years old- But I've been troubled since youth.

Walking through flames- And over the hot coals,

Troubles inside my brain- The pain takes it's toll.

Destined for death- But sentenced to Life,

Haunted by the Devil- While the Angels show the light.

I'm praying for my wings- So that I can fly away,

But even if I don't fly- I'm gonna die anyway.







Michael C. Lucas