Truth is, at times, my heart is cold as stone
I am empty like Liza’s bucket with the hole
A bottomless flask of alcohol
No emotions at all
Acid in the rain
That void in the storm
Lost in the brain
Far from the norm
 
Truth is, at times, I don’t give a shit
I see the world for what it is
A disease
Man is a disgrace
Racing towards the edge of a flat world
Sometimes I am so enraged I could kill
Steal a life that bills my happiness
But I will not stain my soul’s cleanliness
 
Truth is, at times, there are no rhymes
To even begin describing my sentiment
I’ve not deciphered its language yet
Sometimes I forgive but do not forget
All my regrets
My love has no debt
I’ve kept it burning red
And I’ll keep it burning till I’m dead
 
Truth is, at times, I am raped
By a passion for a life of love and hate
I’ve placed many a sanction upon fate
Late reactions to an early grave
Fractions of satisfaction you try to save
From the corruption you escape
Hurt but safe
Wounds heal but fears you must face