Crimson rain

They say I'm messed up
Something's broken deep inside,
They think pretty pills
Are the answer to it all.

If they would wake up
I could finaly go to sleep,
Their reality is an illusion
And I can't see it anymore.

They think it's an addiction to pain
Without realising the truth,
They think their textbooks
Can explain everything away.

They don't see what I see
They lack that element of focus,
The pain is just a side effect
Of the only known cure.

To see the truth my dear
You need a crimson filter,
The blood is the key
Reveals the ancient pattern.

Scars crisscross my arms
Answers to the eternal riddle,
The question is the answer
Revealed by the blade's clarity.

I can't fall for the lies
Not now I see the truth,
But if I don't cut the lies away
The truth will slowly die.

We are drowned in their filth
The illusions of society,
Their twisted morality
Their conveniant rules.

When I unleash the blade
And pray at the altar of pain,
I can see the world
As it was always meant to be.

We are creatures of instinct
Bred to be what we need to be,
But the beast has been caged
By concepts of good and evil.

With the focus of pain
Within the clarity of blood,
I reveal my true self
And bathe in wild emotion.