Prophets

I lost the path again

You tell me to find the weak

Theres a feast to be made

But my holy ghost wont ever let me

Just a hopeless lover proving my worth

Your just a leech trying to take my life away

I felt the chill clawing on the back of my neck

It felt like I was sleepwalking again

My eyes sewn shut and thrown to the woods

Maybe im just in misery

(We made you into this)

(Outsiders usually die)

I try to save you so much

But you broke me once again

Running in circles in the beaten path

(Dying will only bring you back)

(There isnt an escape for you in the end)

Is there a right way?

Or just a wrong way?

You tell me that im just a failure

Never was and never ever will be

Blinded by the love that was never there

I fall apart

And you sing me to sleep

I never was a prophet

Or trying to hurt you

But made a wager with death

Was i the apple of your eye?

Or just a liability to disregard?