It's heavy, these thoughts that I carry
Some of them lasting for all of eternity
Never exhibiting their hidden presence
Drudging along this pathetic existence
Oblivious to them, wallowing in pain
Without ever knowing that they remain
In some deep dark corner of my heart
Buried under all the scars of the past
Patiently awaiting an opportune time
To wreak mayhem in this life of mine
I take upon the burden of cleansing
All the devious methods of scheming
Empty this vessel of all the lies, filth
Scrub and scrub did I, dirty it is still
To what ends of sacrifice should I go
What designs of piety ought I to show
Thoughts steal the strength of resolve
A weak will, the mind shall dissolve
Remnants of the Source, guide me on
When the burden is heavy and forlorn
Trapped I feel, I crave to be set free
From the binding shackles of destiny
Every time a chain falls, another locks
Drowning quick and chained to rocks
These thoughts are weighing me down
Insanity beckons, I’m losing ground
Every step I take towards the Source
And I keep knocking on closed doors
Nobody hears because nobody wants
Alone am I, so this burden I renounce
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