Shallow Hero

You were a path and a light for too long
Now I see how it falls and I watch you were wrong
I'd give all my life to protect you from harm
But now that you show your true face I am gone

Allow me to open the lock in my soul
Let the demons be out though they will hunt you down
For the hero has fallen and void has become
This deep lost space that I cherished the most

But words are said and feelings get lost
Trigger my nerves shackling the roots
A splinter, a thorn, a knife through the chest
A crossroad to split these bonds for the best

Love your scars
They make you be you
Love your scars
They guide you through life
Love your scars
They show your way home
No more scars
Let light shine deep inside

You draw your frontiers and I know I won't cross
Felt no love for the ones that forgot what you've done
Gave my whole and you threw all away just for good
Spare no trust this has gone way too far, this is war

But words are said and feelings get lost
Trigger my nerves shackling the roots
A splinter, a thorn, a knife through the chest
A crossroad to split these bonds for the best

Love your scars
They make you be you
Love your scars
They guide you through life
Love your scars
They show your way home
No more scars
Let light shine deep inside

Now we ask who will be the first one to break through
Too many steps far away from your throne
To the eyes of the crowds it is just that you're young
Hope the things that you seed ain't the ones you will sow

Myth -o- Manic

Your vicarious and hidden messages telling stories from one side of the mirror are just the reflection of the mountain of little details that broke the glass.

Keep telling the same one-sided fables you got your own audience of captived allies who wouldn't ever reach out to find.

The insults and soft jokes you pretend are not against the past or the charactdrs of your tell-tale stories, are just a way through inside your soul.

Qualities that can't be denied but those dark features you claim to see in others can bring you down. Trust denied and danger alerts are set.

Predator, there are no victims but two responsible people of fracturing the sacred place. You can not play the same act time and time again.

You can only fool yourself for this long. Public stunts as a strategic and a sistematic run down for your approval. Have you thought of what lies behind?

Be safe and secure on your little altar Queen of smoke, you are surrounded by those who will comply to the hypodermic needle you broadcast.

Validation by whom? Yet you earned the place you withdraw with justice. Standing ovation for the act, the pictures and the aftermath. You win, don't you?