Tales of Torment: Drawing Circles

over and over, i've said never again

why would i go back, if i already died to my sin

drawing circles to no end,

it's in these tales of torment i release cries from within

envious of the peace i see but cannot have

it's against the waves of the sea of red i cannot last

lying on my back, trying hard not to relapse

how could i go back, if i already died to my sin

it's in slumber's absence and void's company, i can't relax

wishing my eyes'd turn back

wishing my skys'd turn black

i don't try to gratify the bad inside,

but against desire is a war i cannot win

the lust of my eyes will soon leave me blind

and the casualties of my spirit's war will loom over me in time

how i purge with the sun and binge with the moon,

my end will be all but too soon

i'll never forget poison's voice

i feel the need to call back

but how that choice ends is all bad

pleasure is a perilous pursuit, i cant feed that

lying on my back, trying hard not to relapse

wasting time i can't repurchase, waiting for my vice to be replaced

and for that purpose the lies on my back are spoken by the mask on my face

i question why's this heart in my chest

can i take it apart and sweep away what's left?

the world's treasure is an empty chest

gold and silver have been lost to theft

lying on my back, i'm trying hard not to relapse

but to fight against desire, fallen soldiers are a hateful subtraction,

and the spoils of a war that i cannot win, are a fateful attraction

there is no date so full of such evil satisfaction

why do i go back, i thought i died to my sin

committed only against me, drawing circles to no end

to binge and purge again, this cycle has no end

these tales of torment are along a storyline with no end