Curing to my soul and now the feelings no they can’t escape Searching for a memory upon another suddenly Making of our memories All the feelings come around All the feelings torture When We grow up and come on down Someone took our sicken crowns Won’t mistake the memories Covered in our misery, covered in our mistakes to this All I ever wanted was to be a thing from far all I see in your ways of a fist filled up with rage Im up Lets see a little