Oh God, how shattered we've become a plague of children who break our already broken bones. We think that darkness is the only thing guiding our souls. We fight for things that human hands were never meant to obtain. Where's the shame in giving up what wasn't yours to claim? God save me from what's constraining me. I can feel the grasp of thorns as try to escape from the rose this world promised me. We regret our mistakes but emotions make irrationality rational.
Pull the knife in deeper! Where the hooks begin, the lies sink in. Moderation lights the match where fire is known to burn through the skin. Don't light the match if you're not willing to burn. We all have reason stay where we are: immobilized by fear, constrained by thorns, but no more; no more!