The Heretic

Lonely creatures behind a mask
The broken memories are
Sharper than glass
Little pieces made of doubts
Are these placed?
Erased?
A protection of a
Weakened mind

As i climb to the top of the tower
Madness is taking over me
Fed by an endless circle of abuse
A collective shame
A collective guilt!
Grown by an endless hate

There's no beginnings, no ends
A line traced by this shady heretic self
I'm, I'm, I'm
The heretic!

Reaching
Ambitions
Walking over
A false perception
Of a king
Ruling no one
Ruling no one

Lonely creatures behind a mask
The broken memories are
Sharper than glass
Little pieces made of doubts
Are these placed?
Erased?
A protection of a
Weakened mind

The crown
Broke into pieces
It has shown me reality
And now
I stand here
Watching these charred remains
Of a heartless
King

There's no beginnings, no ends
A line traced by this shady heretic self
I'm, I'm, I'm
The heretic!

Reaching
Ambitions
Walking over
A false perception
Of a king
Ruling no one
Ruling no one



Credits
Writer(s): Spit Grave
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