[Master Rock]

Distantly gone are the days to where I once lamented upon the pain
where I placed my worth on others to sustain
the beatings of confusion strolling down memory lane
while I'm scooping up the discovery of concepts that I couldn't fully explain
or maintain
the art of conversation, yet it struck me as quite the intriguing game
while jealously poked out its head and envy bled through each moment and I couldn't perceive the stain
I saw the joy of others and sledgehammered their frame
stomped on butterflies because the responsibility had to die
reflected in a puddle and a monster stared me dead in the eye
yesterday didn't know how friends should play
destruction and mischief burned it down, dumb played... with fire
unaware of its effects towards the home, the trailblazed and set
I can't justify my stance but childhood trauma is a like a slave trapped in a cage
while being forced to dance with the devil disheveled while depraved
I hate how I was conditioned,
the flashes are back to the past where it was never commissioned
so I had to pull myself out of my own hell to understand my automated decisions
on my path to growing up, I looked down at my faults lines through self-mastery and murdered the habits
addicted to self control the lack of discipline I had it
I'm not who I once was before
but I still hear the demons and angels clashing their weapons at war
it all began when I noticed my actions and I question what for?
on top of that I was left scratching my head asking who am I?
reflecting on why the pain will not subside
so I pry open my skull to analyze my engine contrived
illuminated by the conclusion on how I arrived