depression/breakfree

This one's for the homie Theo...

Wake up in the morning and I wonder, will this thunder turn to lightning

Strike the light that's deep inside me, buried by this burning pain

Look inside my mind to find the time, keep ticking, realize that life's a fucking game

Ain't no God, there ain't no Satan, waiting here in purgatory

Telling stories just to breathe, close my eyes and feel the chaos

When will it all burn in vain like everything I've ever known?

Ashes made of ashes, till the ashes turn right back to stone.

In my heart, in my soul, I'm made of stardust and gold