The Mourning Aftermath - Mendeed

Waking in floods of sweat, vision returning, my hearts in overdrive.

I sink so low that hell is heaven, the high is gone I must escape this inner

loathing that is my captor.

Without my piece I have fallen to my knees.

Temptation to seek you out.

Fight for what I am.

Nowhere to hide.

I will not accept this downfall, I will cure myself I"m reaching for the

strength to break you, reaching for the strength to beat you — Fall onto my

sword.

Run with the light of an angel"s wing, I"ll question unity;

I"ll suffer no more

pain, without you born to be a king and with the strength of warriors of old.

And I shall accept this war within, arise against temptation — I will rise as

the morning aftermath attacks, I am no victim — Arise.

No life should be controlled;

I will not be the victim of another chemical war.

I am the lord of my life;

my fate is shaped by me.

Your call is getting weaker, my will shall always grow.

Erase the misery, look to the future — fell no pain, sculpt my effigy,

control my destiny, live my own life — Free.