Foreign Pain

Trouble.Looking at a heart once gold, life already lost.Beginning to the end (a mental holocaust).And it's so depressing, worrying.Truth is hard to find.Trouble here.Still seeking, repeating.Still I gotta strive.I gotta strive, I gotta try.Engaged with foreign pain, bombs dropped right though your brain.Life's hard you know the game.I try but still it rains.Hearts just explode (Awake I try to see).Lock and reload (Inhale this life I breathe).Searching, seeking, now exists a problem somewhere deep inside, now I gotta know.And I cut though snakes with deadly knives of mind.And the serpents' fangs again will kill in time.