Role-Play $ Role-ModelWhen angels begin to cryTake refuge in asking whyThey're playing on emotionsAs stable as the oceansI've seen the White RabbitBut I have not found the 'whole'I'm drowning in the habitSelling every ounce of 'sole'I tried to confide in denialAlthough I could never admitHow curious this styleWhere definition doesn't existWhen devils begin to lieTake refuge in your strideThey're playing on emotionsAs violent as the oceans
wHoly TruthsThe pretentious reflectionOf a soulless deceptionFind the truth in our lost and foundLeave the rest to settle without soundHalf truths are whole liesHidden behind an honest disguiseCan you read between the linesYou gotta shed the naked liesWide asleep I'm barely livingThe ethos of the nationBarely awake I'm never givingThe echos of desperationHow do you heal When you don't feel sickThe same way you kill Without lifting a stickThe paradigm is shiftingTo settle all the siftingThe paradigm is shiftingGonna settle all the siftingI've looked at the picture of my own decayAnd registered the Richte
The ArtistWhen lies are sold from the lightAn artist will be born in the nightIn a world so heartlessI chose to be an artistIn a world so blindAddicted to a faultlineIt's time to break past the fearIt's time to see for once more clearWorldviewsWhat will you chooseWorldviewsWin or loseWise as serpentsThe innocent dovesReligious dependanceBorn in !BLOOD!WorldviewsWhat will you chooseWorldviewsWin or loseIt's time to break past the fearIt's time to see for once more clearIn a world so heartlessI chose to be an artist
Exiled in EdenI extinguished my eternal ring of fireFor the indelible taste of my fugitive desireNow I'm left to linger through this shadowI was Exiled in Eden the day I swallowedAs I steal the time I'm too broke to borrowI compose the cycle of maybe tomorrowI've forsaken the strength to balance in flightSo the grace I promise will betray the lightTo feast as Serpents again and againTo enkindle eternal the stratagem of endShe loves me, She loves me notShe loved me, Or so I thoughtIf all is fair in love and warThen all is dead the dove we whoreThe impending hours were bought with treasonSo heartless crimes sell thoughtless reas