the devil inside

rise and transform or succumb and perish

those who are deranged, insane; cannot be tamed

refrain from playing the game; they take aim

at the ones who overcame, still contain a brain

will not proclaim that its all just a picture frame

but whats really to gain from re-framing the main frame?

out goes in the innocence and in comes the pain

ain't got not one penny since no income remains

there is not room for joy once aboard this crazy train

the wheels are off the track cannot remember your own name

because what you once held sacred now seems empty and so lame

take a look inside the mirror try to recall from where you came

started out so innocent, started out so very great

a kid with the world served on a silver plate

failed to recognize the demonic change of state

trade the boredom for the pills for the needle for the hate

vision blurred and darkened, now so morbid is your fate

crawling down a path it seems no one can equate

take one look inside try to find that golden gate

so keep your eye on the prize

and you will surely someday rise

it is unclear what lead some

to choose a path that's so unwise

once so beautiful and righteous

now only hatred in your eyes

only you can choose the path

so choose righteousness or demise

from virtue to acrimony

it serves as no surprise

that what are now storm clouds

were once a beautiful sunrise

look down on your body, circling with flies

utterly impossible to flourish until the old you dies