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