"Dwelling on the negative"
I can not purge these thoughts,
I can't kill these violent memories,
try as I might it's all for naught,
this is all my legacy.
Give me the feel of the forgotten,
take from me what I've given,
show me my own words,
then maybe I'll listen to myself.
Standing on the edge of a rock cliff
windwisps burrowing into my mind
it's turning and burning inside.
I let it fly, leave it all behind,
purge these thoughts !
Leave these violent memories behind.
slipping into dream, it's all for naught.
This, your violent legacy-