Born in a script that I never got to read. Ask to bleed. Ask to bleed. Look at me. They look at my face and they tell me I'm blessed While I harbor the trauma deep inside of my chest You coast on the easy street, I just survive In a mandatory simulation, buried alive Didn't choose the appearance, upbringing, or name Didn't ask to participate in your sick little game! We suffer, we complain, while you turn a blind eye Trapped in fight or flight under a blackened sky! The shadows crawl heavy! They crawl in the dark! The demons are hungry, they covet my spark! They want what I have that they'll never possess! So I strike 'em to the floor! Now the angels at my door! Cast me down to hell! Cast me down to hell! Because I defended my soul when I fell! The righteous call it sin that I chose to survive While the silent Creator just watches us writhe! White wings flocking with feathers of steel Damnation is all that they want me to feel I broke the claws of the monsters tonight Now the heavens condemn me for putting up a fight? God is just sitting high up on his throne Directing the tragedy, flesh from the bone! We are just actors, the curtain won't close How the narrative ends, nobody knows! No option to opt-out. No option to run. Caught in the crossfire of the moon and the sun. HE WATCHES US WRITHE. GUTTED BY THE GRACE! CASUALTY IN A BROKEN PLACE! GOD BLEEDS NOTHING! Just a part of his show. And the curtains... Never close.
