Insanity is being shit on, beat down, coasting through life in a miserable existence when you have a caged lion locked inside, and a key to release it.

I've faced these devils countless times alone and once again come face to face with beasts who claim numbers as names

Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves.

Creations of two hollow vessels you've grown to love.

Such blackness portrays the love of a machine.

Behind the mask you'll find yourself alone.

So hold your head up high and know it's not the end of the road. Walk down this beaten path before you pack your things and head home. At the end of the road you'll find what you've been longing for.

This melody of my heart points to the composer of my regret.

You're falling now as I move forward; fueled by hope you couldn't take from me and scarred by knowledge of painful winters.

This design delivers life, but they prefer to play the cancer.