Inner Anarchy/Wicked Ways
Inner Anarchy/Wicked Ways It's been brutal, scary even, not speaking out Feelings locked-up, stored away, painful without a doubt Yet no one knows; no signs ever seem to show The pressure builds, a volcano at it's peak, soon ready to blow They can't be aware, nobody should It feels too private, too personal, too vulnerable to be understood I'm cut-off, bleeding, all alone Isolated, distant, waiting in the unknown I'll remain in the shadows, unmoved, never flinching Vigilant, cautious, if ever listening... ...To the thoughts, the voices, the conscience inside my head... ...Otherwise, I would be lifeless, underground, rotting, long-gone: dead... |
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