| Overcaste |
| Confused, confined All bruised throughout my spine Restrained, can't see Can't move, can't breathe Diseased = my pleads My needs, beliefs Tainted, baited Twisted and hated Trying to find a way to slip through the attacks Stuck, trying to slide around everyone's backs I am tired of being subjected to your two faced crap Tired of being told how to feel, when to cry, when to laugh So I become a storm Convoluted and reborn The thunder is my pain And my bullets are the rain When I put hope in hope And put faith in faith When I wipe away those tears The skies are never clear Deep inside the overcaste The tidal skin turned grey from all your sin Splashing, attatching a liquified brain Turning in underneath itself Always looking for another way to complain From the depths of a tortured form A retaliation, one man torn A vengeance so fucking feared You'd wish you would have never been born When I put hope in hope And faith in faith When I wipe away those tears The skies never clear There is always control There is always your soul There is always some more There is always fear Because the skies will never clear And there is blood on the horizon |