Leaving my legacy in cold steel and warm blood.

Self rehabilitation lacks that sense of gratification you've been watching yourself waste away for.
It isn't through yourself you find salvation, but in other faces.
And it isn't until you're able to accept your limitations, will you free yourself from the chains that keep you bound here.

Social standards are your lifeline, and it's going flat.
Annihilate your co-dependencies, and learn some self-efficiency before you fade away.

I've got your muse here in a noose, and she won't live to see another day.

Introduction to instability.

It's only in these sleep deprived states of subconscious existence that I find myself obliviously stumbling into the peace of mind I've been searching for.
Reminding me my pursuit of which contradicts the act of being so.