Rising
I sense your darkness by the traces you leave
volcanic underground in cynical tranquility
Before you put the blame
remember we're the same
Just waiting for your verbal punches again;
you seem to like it when I'm subservient
Quick sand and gravity
fights without a sound
wicked, cruel controversy
dragging me to the ground
If you're the predator, would I be your prey?
what happened to the good intentions, I say?
Before you put the blame
remember we're the same
Just waiting for your verbal punches again;
Quick sand and gravity
fights without a sound
wicked, cruel controversy
dragging me to the ground
I felt my weakness and my senses' decay
my own reflection in the mirror didn't make my day
my apprehension to my courtesy
now I am done with wasting my life away
By and by, my sun will rise
precious as it is
leave behind pathetic lies
I'm just too good for this
Not waiting for your verbal punches again; I
prefer equality to subservience
Now when you put the blame
I'm no longer the same, I
prefer equality to subservience