Chained By The Faith Of The D*mned The Truth Collapses Suffocating Under the Pressure of What my expectations are... And what my expectations should be. The Walls Are Crumbling Pressured Within these Rooms i created lies Destruction Within these walls Lies the chamber of my heart Something A Little Twisted Decayed As my soul starts to catch fire from her sins As my heart Bursts into the flames of death... Death Brings Life Rekindled Resurrected By the Motions of your Healing Hand Resurrecting Hope that has been Gone For To Long Motionless Turns To Motion Breathing... Beating Once more before the open sky... Beating as the shadows of death Dissipate Please tell me what you think. Feedback is wonderful. If youd like to know what its about let me know.