My [bad word] has always been  sedation
 Fading to black has always been my  escape, for I've long been a sinner and cast my  hatred to the saints

 Like weights tied around my legs, yearning pulls me to the bottom of the ocean known as despair
 I've often questioned the end as much as I have [bad word] it

 Withering flesh, all that's left of a buried conscious
 I've exposed my bones to the surfaces and stood idly by as I wait for them to break

 Staring into the open sky, waiting for answers I don't deserve
 I am waiting for answers I haven't earned

 I've been left with a vague reflection of the child that I was born
 Silence has [bad word] his only offer since I turned my back to him, [bad word] 
 I keep on digging deeper into despair
 Of all the risen angels, why was I left behind to live like this

 Teasing the wolves awaiting bloodshed, praying that I can hold my wounds together for long to get out of the woods

 Of all the risen angels why was I left behind to live like this
 The mirror lies... The mirror [bad word] lies