Broken

Twist and contort my torrid body
Mend the break of my twisted soul

I can't take the inevitable
I can't take this place
I can't take you
Or the sickness of your face

Save my converted rage
In this time and place

Is this who you beckon
To save this lonely race?

Pull the nails from my coffin
And give me some peace

I can't stand the fight
I can't do what is right
I can't take you
Or the present sight

Take my hand
And pull me 6 feet
Out of torment

Is this what you wanted?
Or will you pay for this?

Take my tattered body
And steal my soul
Replace me
With this pathetic fool

I need so peace of mind
In a land of darkness
That is never kind

Are you the one?
The one who has come to save me?
Or are you going to condemn me
To this firey hell?

Just take my soul and leve my shell!

~Ghost~