Although not a living thing, feed it and it will grow
But let it into your heart and it will never, ever go
For what has become of me, where blood is all I see
Draining my self of goodness and filled with insanity
Letting go of a dream and seeing it fade from sight
Knowing that by letting go, you know that is right
Hatred fills my head and clouds my blurry vision
Maybe it shall leave my soul? And that will be my mission
For into the deserts and jungles of Peru I go, just a rucksack on my back
And maybe natures guiding force will lead me out of this black
I had a heart once that pumped love and joy around my blood
But somewhere it has been mixed with mud
Bitterness stains my breath and my tongue is acid sharp
For once a fire that raged inside of me is merely now a spark
I know this will not stay in me for long, for that I truly hope
But right now my anger is the only way for me to cope
Soon I shall no longer seek out those I hunger to destroy
I just only hope you will see that inside I am just a saddened little boy
