Soilwork

The path to hell is paved with good intentions, full conviction Weightless in suspense never given diction F*ck it sucks that I think I should ask permission I feel what you hide Deny yourself forgiveness... Are your contributions something, you're ok to live with? Given all I have if it's ever asked of me Eyes of a child watch it all end disastrously Crawl, drag the other half of me Bloodstains are my masterpiece Shits not theatrics I'm conveying that I feel our madness Deeply saddens; having no reaction to what happens Ever since my birth I met the earth collapsing Burdened Atlas Burning Baptists Yearning lapses Turning backwards Lost within the past And never know what's coming at ya Unfolding watch his whole broken open and the soul detach No holding back F*ck your pain, I'm not holding that F*ck the past I ain't going back Beholding eyes rolling in the noticing of every moment Forced to keep on going even though I didn't believe it was so Heralding towards the unknown Grounded to a sunstone Be committed As salutations of a sun pose Surrender will render Control Within a center that's emitting what is untold