and this world's a play of sinners & saints,
i chose my part long ago, never knowing it's the blood that taints..

idly staring out the window, decadence seeping from each pore, he sits and ponders his designs of flesh. children of a thousand vices us all, encompassed in the warm embrace of shed responsibility, another layer added to our cocoon with each new sin.

is this me, or am i dreaming?

crush me, hold me, love me - i can't go on my own...please..why won't you..i'm only human.

in a world where we limit the parts we play even before the curtains go up, caught in the harsh glare of the spotlight twisting lines to encompassing spirals, i dare you to be proud to be good.