Your irritation is hard to hide
Your aggregation takes over your tone
Compliments drown you
And you look down at your phone

We’ve all heard your point before
But you’ve never heard ours
You just dismiss our confessions
And tear down courage that took hours


Son of the Dark


I’m torn between night and day
Both angels and demons lay claim
They war over my soul
While I desperately call upon His name

A witch from Salem haunts me
A shadow watches me when I sleep
I’m not Holy enough to cast them out
This darkness surrounding me is deep

Your Entertainment


Red wine inspired my confessions
I shared with you secrets of the night
Your voice was so reassuring that
In the morning I believed I’d be alright

Then the sun rose and revealed
I was merely your entertainment
For you belonged to another
And I regretted everything I swore I meant