Discouraged - Legenda Aurea

Withering and as ugly as sin

What's right or wrong

Who am I to tell

This dreadful sight

This atrophied body

It is me lying on the ground

Needless flowers of speech

I cannot endure this shape

Needless flowers of speech

But they can't see inside of me

My own mind

My mind is my prison

I have lost touch with reality

Mental breakdown the insight then the fall

And now deadness is ubiquitous

They dissect me without understanding

Only a disease

Not a human being

Needless flowers of speech

I cannot endure this shape

Needless flowers of speech

But they can't see inside of me

My own mind

My mind is my prison

I have lost touch with reality

I can resist my inner demons

I drown in the sea of forgiveness

But somehow I die with thirst

My own mind

My mind is my prison

I have lost touch with reality

My own mind

My mind is my prison

I have lost touch with reality