A soul you've forgotten you have,
steady beats to remind you you're here.
Intentions are like coins, good in small bunches.
Add them all up and find out what side's landed most.
The biggest kindness is the biggest mistake to someone else.
Fate can be cruel, and darkness is inviting.
We live in eggs, understanding the world through
the shadows we see from inside.
Pick away the shells and we clutch at shattered remnants,
unable to realize what we've seen is wrong.
Personal hells for each of us, built by us,
and we're our own jailers. Punishment is its
own perverse desire, a want to be clean.
Twisted is the knife you plunge to stop the pulse,
the reminder that you're one of everyone.