For All It's Worth

Torn from the inside, giving all you have, [bad word] a thousand miles before you take on helping hands,
They take it all for granted, a never-ending feed,
But when the trough is empty, see the failure of the breed
 [bad word] to me, and show me grace,
When within my heart, beats a losing race,
With my chance for the light, to choose my fate,
Disease of the mind, your mediocre trait

Take with ease, from those with hearts of gold,
Their eyes a window, straight into the soul,
What you take for granted, can be taken back,
But you force their hand with lies and vicious tact

Take, for all it’s worth inside,
Leave nothing but the empty shell,
This life sustains not a given few,
It gives up on the good it knew

fragile state of mind reserved,
For villains posing with the good,
But hesitate, [bad word]  disassemble all that’s [bad word] seek the chalice of the light
 [bad word] to me, and show me grace,
When within my heart, beats a losing race,
With my chance for light, to choose my fate,
Disease of the mind, your mediocre trait

Inside, your fragile mind, make a mess of what is right,
What gets left behind,
Now feel the shame, for treachery so blunt,
Placed with force upon the brethren that you loved
 [bad word] to me, and show me grace,
When within my heart, beats a losing race,
With my chance for light, to choose my fate,
Disease of the mind, your mediocre trait

Take, for all it’s worth inside,
Leave nothing but the empty shell,
This life sustains not a given few,
It gives up on the good it knew

Take, for all it’s worth inside,
Leave nothing but the empty shell,
This life sustains not a given few,
It gives up on the good it knew