Intro
Sometimes, when the wind is blowing just right,
it knocks a certain substance off your
falling tears, and it blends with all the
sadness and despair in the air, and creates
these ghosts that will forever haunt my mind.

When i wake up in the morning, a sigh of grief
falls across my heart and I start to feel the
pain and agony that resides within you. just let
it out, they might cry, but when thier tears
are falling, a barier of distrust and malice is dissapearing

The incompitence that is you and the world
seizes to displease what is real and creates what
you use to sacrifice them out of mindless mistakes.
So take this gift, it's out of anger and love, and
fix the broken spaces within your soul. Sincerely, your son.