twisted thoughts,bittersweet dreems, life is nothing as it seems
tides turn on, wicked calm, places, people with no face’s
hard to see, but easy to spot, fakeness has no place
I ignore all the foolish bore, I want the same in my core
life’s what you make, with a little fate, and a touch of destiny
thrust yourself, guided hand in desicion land
this is life, if you wish, some people have to be misse
think not sad, for in your choice’s guilded hand, much excitment, love, and life can be had.
take a trip in my soul.. from witch, my eyes can see, hurt and grow cold
feel all the joy, wonder, and beauty in me, for everyone to see
life will balance, some how, some way, usually from a decision made
so choose carefully, as you may see, the KARMA your paid,maybe paid by me.
live by the truth, your guilding light, every day, or the middle of the night
for IT will allways be there, without or without the fear, in the middle of the night
rather be hated for whom I choose to be...then love for a fake
from morning sun..to my dying wake...
