Criminal

Look in my eyes at the cold black skies,
Which lead to a path of unanswered cries.
Corrupt to the bone the lies that I tell,
Become my defense from a world gone to hell.
For years all the running, and hiding, and burning,
Produce nothing more than an aching.
A need to escape from the cell deep within,
What price for the freedom from self-nihilation?
I'm a criminal I'm a criminal

Look in my eyes and see what is real,
The way that I think the way that I feel.
The knives in my back become steel to my wrists.
The blood from my tears become broken stone fists.
Imprisoned by fears without justified cause,
The theory perception empirical walls
The fight for the light is a fight fought in pain,
And just when I gain I've been beat back again.
I'm a criminal I'm a criminal