Often ostracized I tend to fight the voices in my head
Feeling furor in the heat of the moment, I own it
Keep your hands to yourself, I'm on my own and I know it
Regret for the things I've done in the past
Only bigger regret is not being able to remember half of the horrors
The terrible things that still haunt me, they still last
Only whispers of what they were, of what deeds had been done
But I, can't quite remember if I was the one
They still cling to my mind but after all the passage of time
They call for me, but don't call out my name
Playing with my brain as if it were some game
And lo' the shadow steps forward
He speaks, "A culling is in order"
I ask what it speaks of and before I have the moment to think another thought
I black out-
And of my past, I remember not.
Yet the shade returns and murmers but a word
Forget
As I feel a pain inside my chest
The light slips away once again
In my life, this is all that I get