Cracked reflections, blood on the altar
My feelings are cold as if someone or something
Right behind me (devoid or emotion) is guiding my conscience
Steering my soul through time
And this too shall pa**
Divine intervention
I seeketh your attention
Believe me, relieve me
I'm begging you, retrieve me
And drain me of poison
My choices and misfortunes
Providence shall come for the lost ones
False companions dirty the water
I bury the needle while taking my turn for worse
It's only perhaps an illusion
For eagles of freedom were never designed to fly
With nothing to regret
I lie here more than half dead
Reflections now broken
And not a word is spoken
Of vice and or virtue
Nor reasons why I hurt you
Providence has come for the last ones