You can walk the path of Scholars
Yet you'd be beneath them all.
They would and shall make light of you're pain.
As if they're just playing a game of souls.
Respect is dead in their eyes.
Love and friendship is void and forfeit.
Like if you are traitor to be shunned.
As even the most beautiful of roses may die if a sun is held to high.
They would put you as the storm to come.
Should we who have became the ones to walk, forced into shadows.
Take it upon to spill our own blood.
Just because they keep their jeer and hatred alive.
Just wanting to be known and not forgotten.
They yells and insults they given upon me.
The ignores and no replies if i ever said hi.
They make me feel this way everyday.
No one in life can truly care for one another.
If it comes down to it... we would just kill each other.
My heart itself is almost fleeting.
Wanting to leave this world and to it leave my hollow shell.
For my heart will become a funeral of euphoria.
To memorize those that seek a answer.
To be hated as if i had done something truly wrong.
Shall it pump my life onto cold ground as the pain subsides.
The instrument of freedom to lay clean and only to have tears upon it.
Hail i say Hail.
Shall i continue my tener inside other's shadows.
For if i asked to come out.
To be shunned and thrown back in.
Always to be residing in nightly cold.
Not in lightly warmth.
Would i even be remembered when the time comes.
Why should i be stuck upon a path i do not choose.
Am i to die all alone.
No would accept me truly even if i warrant a worthy path.
I could love and be told that i lie.
Should i just lay myself upon a stone slab.
Letting my Cor be carved out of my hollow soul.
Then burned as if i was witch and that it was nothing but coal.
They say emotion is backed by the ways of nature.
Then let my decrepit heart become the beacon to break even Satan's black heart.
Why do i cry over those that heart me.
Maybe i am angel with tears to be given through prayer.
Maybe just a tool that has worn through use.
only holding value when needed upon.
- Chris Wheeler
Yet you'd be beneath them all.
They would and shall make light of you're pain.
As if they're just playing a game of souls.
Respect is dead in their eyes.
Love and friendship is void and forfeit.
Like if you are traitor to be shunned.
As even the most beautiful of roses may die if a sun is held to high.
They would put you as the storm to come.
Should we who have became the ones to walk, forced into shadows.
Take it upon to spill our own blood.
Just because they keep their jeer and hatred alive.
Just wanting to be known and not forgotten.
They yells and insults they given upon me.
The ignores and no replies if i ever said hi.
They make me feel this way everyday.
No one in life can truly care for one another.
If it comes down to it... we would just kill each other.
My heart itself is almost fleeting.
Wanting to leave this world and to it leave my hollow shell.
For my heart will become a funeral of euphoria.
To memorize those that seek a answer.
To be hated as if i had done something truly wrong.
Shall it pump my life onto cold ground as the pain subsides.
The instrument of freedom to lay clean and only to have tears upon it.
Hail i say Hail.
Shall i continue my tener inside other's shadows.
For if i asked to come out.
To be shunned and thrown back in.
Always to be residing in nightly cold.
Not in lightly warmth.
Would i even be remembered when the time comes.
Why should i be stuck upon a path i do not choose.
Am i to die all alone.
No would accept me truly even if i warrant a worthy path.
I could love and be told that i lie.
Should i just lay myself upon a stone slab.
Letting my Cor be carved out of my hollow soul.
Then burned as if i was witch and that it was nothing but coal.
They say emotion is backed by the ways of nature.
Then let my decrepit heart become the beacon to break even Satan's black heart.
Why do i cry over those that heart me.
Maybe i am angel with tears to be given through prayer.
Maybe just a tool that has worn through use.
only holding value when needed upon.
- Chris Wheeler
