* Behold the juggernaut. Behold the beauty of it. In lust with burning up. Where is my shame parade? Where is my broken home? The things I've done when I'm alone. The places I have betrayed my own. Please let me forget everything. One to my mother, one to my father with hate and heart. When you pray, I wont pray. I won't pray for you. I can't hate all young lovers. But I can hate my own misery. I don't stand for much. I don't stand for much more than my own lies.
** You might be made of stone but I am fragile and I break under the weight of this all to heavy load.
*** I will let my heart resonate. With these hands I will protect this gift of living.