Believe me, believe me, believe me.

Just believe me, would ya?

I’m fine alright?

Please don’t look at me like that.

Your second-guessing isn’t helping!

Now I’m not certain either.

Shit.

I shouldn’t have said that.

Now you do think I’ve lost it,

I can see it in your eyes.

No.

Damn it.

Fuck.

Blaarrghcka.

Now the harder I try to persuade you

The more you’ll see the opposite.

I know how it works.

Fuck. Holy fuck.

Don’t look at me like that!

Sorry,

Didn’t mean to yell.

Shit. Sorry! I’m really sorry.

I’m not a basket case

I’m just afraid that’s all.

Maybe you do believe me

And I don’t believe you believe in me

No offence, it hasn’t anything to do with you.

No offence.

This just means I have no faith in myself.

Wait.

Crap.

That’s not good either.

Perhaps I’m just a hypochondriac.

That would make things a whole lot easier

Then I’d just be a cry-baby.

Could I get back in the crib then?

Then I could sleep.

Sleep my life away.

No.

I can’t do that.

I’ve got dreams,

And things to see.

I have a life to lead.

But like,

Could you like…

Spare some sympathy?

It’s just… I just

I want to be happy.

So could you,

Could you just,

Believe in me?

Reborn in flames, I see my sins.

Reborn in flames, I see my sins.

Addicts setting fire to my wings,

In flight I’ll fan the flames

I don’t give a shit, I’ve gotten away,

I’ll steal my life back, I have no shame.

 

You’re not innocent;

Nor am I, but I confront my sins.

I see my demons; I’ll crucify me for it.

You, you drink sorrows away.

Sick, sadist, misery; you’ve dug yourself into.

 

I have no halo, I never claimed it,

Won’t you disregard your self-proclaimed prophecy?

Do onto others what you have done onto you,

I’m no masochist, it’s in you.

 

I’m not sick, it’s in you.

Demonise an outsider,

Then you won’t have to confront

The truth inside of you.

I’m not drinking poison for you.

 

I’ll take my life for me, not for you.

Suicide is for you dirty fucking pigs,

I’m living my life sober, at least for a little bit.

Deal with your sins, you filthy fucking pigs,

And then, you might just sprout wings.

The Guiding Light, and the Lanterns I stop to glare at.

This is the shadow I cast,

When I walk the path of righteousness,

It guides me right, straight to the good.

It’s firm in its blackness, its entirety, as it should.

The shadow from the sun shows the real I.

I sometimes stop and stumble in the darkness.

From the lanterns I glare at, my shadows have split.

Looser in its connections, there are more of them

And I glory at them; they blend in deeper with that darkness within.

And I follow on them, losing my mission, losing my guide,

For I seek the true light.

I love the lanterns though, that split me so,

It adds to the ambiance and the fixture so.

So much so I think they’re mine, these masses of shadows,

But they are artificial, they are not real, they are not mine.

And they’ve made me lose touch with the light that guides.

These created, these fabricated, these splits of shadows,

Are deep in that blackness, more so than most.

I know mine own could never be so divided and reckless,

In this darkness, these lights will pull me apart.

When dawn comes I try not to stare at the light.

It is blinding from the night, and its truth is readily known.

I must walk on when dawn comes, I hope they’ll forgive me,

For the shadows I’ve split so recklessly

Now must converge in me. I hope I will see,

That these shadows of me, though they are many,

Do not matter to that Eternity,

Of that One shadow in me,

That guides me to the light of reality.