Falling (From an Empty Pocket)
History honours those that killed the most, whilst religions die to rise in disguise. Lust disrespects population statistics, and tender can only be found in mud.
Awake the dead
That’s me
Not a victim or a sinner,
just a one in eight billion part
of this wicked world’s side
It’s a travesty
that I dreamt my reality away
but the price of ambition
was too high
for the empty pocket in my brain
With a smile and love,
I felt salvation on its way,
gravity defined by lies
when I fell
longer than I climbed
And I'm still falling
… through this life
that doesn’t listen
… or the me
that doesn’t hear
History honours those that killed the most
whilst religions die to rise in disguise
Lust disrespects population statistics
and tender can only be found in mud
I’m falling…