Ljudska

This song is not my own This song, no, it is not my own I built it with my own two hands, and watched, yes, it has grown Too much to believe these words are mine alone Too much to believe their loyalty was ever set in stone These verses sing themselves These verses, yes, they sing themselves I nurtured them, they bit the hand that feeds, yes, these words fell From grace to the pits of ever-hungry Hell From grace to the pits, they snared my mind and dragged me down as well Fashioned in despair, I told them, "shield my soul" They brandished it before the world, no secret left untold Forged in desperation, I said "guard my heart" They tore it