Who's really in control of me right now?
My world isnt really anyone's anymore,
someone's back up upon the cross,
I just cant figure out who.

All the good things in my mind are burned,
the sun remains covered in obsidian clouds,
has the sun become an evil eye or has it disapeared?

Would everything be ok if I just fade away?
Would things be balanced if I go into the grave?

The white-clad child that I once was is gone,
visions of a cartoon life no longer exist,
the white robes I once had are smeared in blood,
coated in blood,
soaked in blood.

If you could look out my window all you see is black skys,
and a red rain,
the rain has cause my rivers to overflow with blood,
the floods have swept away the boy,
the only ones that are alone with me is a demon.

The blood stains are still on the floors,
I can never repair me,
I live in a world of horrors,
I'm nothing more than a defect in society.

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