Psynideshot

Wrath in the veins makes them stand apart; the ones that hold the deepest scars; no inferno can melt their heart; paint their thoughts in blood and call it art. Sweet incision within where the weakness lies; burn your tears till you've dried your eyes; En-flamed is this soul; even in pain it thrives blind to the freedom I have closed the eyes; Flying towards glory as my wings burn away; No faith in the heavens; On my final day 'Not this planet not the skies; Beyond all pain is where my glory lies'. Death within.