Blue Lotus - King Nine

My iron grip has turn to dust

I’m living with the shame

I balanced hope with trust

But you didn’t feel the same

I fed myself lies to feed my naivety

Loyalty of self

Now your back is turned on me

You point the finger at yourself

Your story was cheap and vain

Woke me up from the dream

Just to brand me with the pain

The walls you built now bury you alive

Methods of madness that you choose to stand by