Untitled Song

The way that these lies are impounding my future I can't seem to follow it

I'll pray, at least try, I'm commanding the trooper that might need to wallow in

The misery and all the pain that goes into this woebegone masterpiece

The chivalry can't be attained, yes I know that I won't become Master Chief

Ain't got no halo so don't remorse over this brain

Campaigning the say-so's, I'm uncorking the champagne

Rampaging the pain that feigns all my sham friends

Relaying my real sense to upheaval the means to the damn ends