Junk

I'm just a soul without a purpose in this life I'll have to face my demons I stress too much about the things I cannot now redeem em' Do what you want, but know your actions will not be forgiven You walking down a golden path made of the devil's hatred Depression holds a special place within my love of healing I live believing and sleeping without a thought of evil To keep on pushing is something I'll need more strength I'm pleading Until that day I guess I'll play on to the tune I'm leaving Look at the damage The famished The purple panic The ravage across the planet The savages, you must have it The love is now all but sad, and its coming back to be had And I'm having it all I'm stabbing, I'm clapping for all I'm having I'm feeling pretty misguided My thoughts, they need a break I guess the devil inside is the one behind this hatred These evil thoughts ain't ever done with me, so I'll have to keep em' But its the best that I can feel Of this I'm not mistaken Can we just start it To keep the peace and the party Don't you just wanna go fight em' The people that you confide in Ain't no pistol is now needed The freedom that's been depleted, is bleeding right to the deep And the seasons been overplayed Now the snakes have all evaded I pray that we fail to break And we're taking back what we're made of My soul is now what I'll trade Man, I'm afraid I'll catch the crayons, the marker of death I lay on Guess I'll stay on if i have to, and witness it all to play on