Blankets bind chains around me,
yet they feel so safe and warm.
Ghosts bring fire to my life,
so why do I feel so worn.


Saviors still offer a hand,
but give hope for a price.
Will it work anyway,
that attempt at paradise.


Angels wings are blinding me,
a rope, a pill, a knife.
The devil they say does hide,
behind the masks hope and life.


Still I can't release this pain,
the sweet torture of living.
I've tried it so many times,
to cry for a new beginning.