been here before
Before and I stored things before things went back
black as night I fight to prove something profound
astounded I found that there's not much to it all
all it is, is words and thoughts
 caught up In the details of whys and whens
when really if I defend none of it
I end up tending to the voice that will speak the truth
truth is I knew it
truth is I threw it away for comfort and pleasure 
 pleasure fills me to the rim
it overflows till I have to swim
but the weight of my conscience brings me down
I fight my own sight and inevitably drown
I found comfort in death
my egos gone and all that's left is me
 I'm real   I'm blessed 
I cup the rest in my foreign hands
I cannot stand the hate 
it makes me question my own fate 
While sex and drugs come back to play 
I desperately shake back to what was I doing?
 I must have been lost from whatever the fuck was brewing 
soon I'm shooing away the evils  of this life
absorbing happy things like lovey dovey  things
no shame in it all. It sings so loud 
there is beauty in every spec 
 and I'm proud that I can see it all