Today I stood at the edge of the abyss; looking back I wish I could give you a last kiss. Nevertheless demons await my presence at the end of the road; as I approach their darkness --better I think I was with my load. Yet, today I stand before a congregation of tormentors that live unfurled; you see, they come to accuse me for being a man who sold his world.
At the edge of the cliff I regret selling my world.
At the edge of this cliff I take my jump – selling my world.
Before you go off the deep end judging me with words of steel, think first at what may come your way for such a spiel. You never know, tomorrow you may be the one these demons come to with such a great appeal. To whom then will you cry when you find yourself cut to pieces – like a veal? Do not mistake their interest in you as a sign of joyful zeal; great is the suffering that comes to those that take their ways as an ideal.
Sold My World... to the WHITE WIZARD of DREAMS.
Sold My World... to the WHITE WIZARD of SCREAMS.
The yelling in my head drives me insane; am tired of living in a world filled with black rain. Trying to reason with these voices is vain; perhaps if I wasn’t so squeamish I would’ve already cut my veins. Oh babe... forgive my actions of love – they were all set up with feign. How can I love you when all I feel is pain? Go, go and forget this man whom is cursed like Cain.
The WHITE WIZARD appears to claim my body; no longer will this curse continue to embody.
Looking down the abyss I jump... for today I have chosen to sell my world.
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