I'm living in this dark fog That doesn't let me see with clarity Smiling without happiness is becoming tiring I'm a sinner, the guilt overwrites all sense of freedom I'm destined to suffer, for the simple crime of being born My empty body is dancing without the blessing of life My soul is caught between limbo and the underworld I'm a broken doll that receives all the curses of existence The plague of unrest, gives insomnia to my spirit of Spring, due to the inevitable ending The teardrops that no one saw Battles that were silently faught I'm incarcerated in the shadows of the night No light is bright enough to chase the darkness away I talk about faith, but I feel like a puppet repeating words that don't survive my negativity Dreams are empty, I don't feel anything Numbness spreads through the crystalline clouds Mere words from mortals won't change how I feel Digging my own way into the underworld, due to my pessimistic worldview What's the purpose of me having wings? If I can't escape my mortal body Meaningless attachments that are merely associated symbolically to liberty A godless world lives in my chest Logic says nobody will save me Having the limitations of mortality present, are enough to end my habit of being a dreamer No matter how much I struggle, I can't run from the torments If only I could slumber forever if only I could be freed of all responsibility If only I could keep my sanity The colors of my heart, torment me so, because they will never be a part of the realm of reality Fallen flowers, still hold onto the memory of Spring Frozen flowers, are missing out on the solar promises Burn, burn, burn, the cruellest aspect of the light, to purify a blight There is not such thing as magic, just the laments born from the ultimate curse I'm a prisoner in life and afterlife My screams are music for the devilish king My afflicted heartbeat is gold that is exchanged between fallen angels and demons I'm Ms. Underworld that can't ever run away from the inner torment
