The Mourning Aftermath-Mendeed

Waking in floods of sweat, vision returning, my hearts in overdrive. I sink so low that hell is heaven, the high is gone I must escape this inner loathing that is my captor. Without my piece I have fallen to my knees. Temptation to seek you out. Fight for what I am. Nowhere to hide. I will not accept this downfall, I will cure myself I＇m reaching for the strength to break you, reaching for the strength to beat you - Fall onto my sword. Run with the light of an angel＇s wing, I＇ll question unity; I＇ll suffer no more pain, without you born to be a king and with the strength of warriors of old. And I shall accept this war within, arise against temptation - I will rise as the morning aftermath attacks, I am no victim - Arise. No life should be controlled; I will not be the victim of another chemical war. I am the lord of my life; my fate is shaped by me. Your call is getting weaker, my will shall always grow. Erase the misery, look to the future - fell no pain, sculpt my effigy, control my destiny, live my own life - Free.