The Worst of Evils

O' how faceless!
How pitiful I’ve become
A soft impersonation of who I am
I’m outnumbered and made to fold
Now an offed and spent reflection has stained the glass
I once dreamed of a bittersweet end
And I’m done correcting most flaws
‘Cause who am I to ever be anything?
I’ve blown through the pages
And no hope for perfect sight
I’m in denial
But I’m not a coward!
For when I had it all
I had the courage to let things go…
Yet in the final hour
I was not good enough
I’d not the strength to push things through
You’d find me face down—alone
The blinding glimmer of the king’s crown
Should never have tainted this mind
I’d rather fail than lie again!
But I’m not a coward!
For when I had it all
I had the courage to let things go…
Yet in the final hour
I was not good enough
I’d not the strength to push things through
O' I stood with a fist full of anger!
I lashed out and clawed at the door
Your cage could no longer contain me
For I was feeling that weight lift off
That’s me in the front of the chamber!
That’s me who I saw in the glass!
Your cage could no longer contain me!
I was free
Now to keep that promise I’d made
Windfall called me
To slay any wicked things that stand in my way
Hoping I’d find you in slumber soon