Impending Freedom

Loaded like a gun

Lost in the arms of Hell

Imagination shunned

In nothingness I shall dwell

Complete with my knives

This apathy just thrives

My soul I will sell

Compassion just not for me

These things we think of

Just so differently

No sympathy from God above

Complete with my knives

This apathy just thrives

Broken are the wings of this dove

A labyrinth of emotions

Oh, so confused

These lies make me broken

But I've got nothing to lose

Alone with my knives

My sympathy just dies 

So here is the truth

Desperation the lock

Freedom the key

The madness never stops

But more is what we will be