Rory Rodriguez)

Trapped in a crowded room With a calming vision The air burns in fluorescence These hollow verses may echo Through demons dressed as angels As angels These scorching synapses Meant to maintain tranquility I used to roam through mind and space Just to find there's nothing left But the haze that makes my heart move on No reminiscence of past emotions' existence Thank God I let myself dream again Bled dry of morale to keep my sanity in check Heaven now feels so pure Open the heart And set sight deep into the sky That shines so white it purifies the mind That consumes hopelessness Mental growth seeds good harvest Living life as entertainers Impressing strangers feels so shallow Separate me from the mass Before the moss starts molding Molding on my skin Anger leads to moving forward I used to roam through mind and space Just to find there's nothing left But the haze that makes my heart move on Now looking back With an altered perspective Heaven feels so pure No reminiscence of past emotions' existence Thank God I let myself dream again Bled dry of morale to keep my sanity in check Heaven now feels so pure Crawled out by my own volition Try to break my own tradition Of leaving myself In someone else's hell Heaven held in the palm of my hand The purity that I feel could withstand Not leaving myself In someone else's hell Alleviate the weight I held Dragged me to the depths of hell And I can finally learn to let you go Though you're the one I love the most