The Critic

<p>Take the fall of us. Wicked and wrecked we come to a place where I can't carry on. Find me out in an instance, Your presence kills my ties to these sick misleading alibis.</p><p>Here I am a critic restored, I don't care what they say anymore, you come at me with a mouth of deceit, I serve only One who destroys and defeats you, a critic, a mouth full of sores, you'll be drug down to the nightmare you built, I won't look back, I'll show no remorse, your time is done misleading no more.</p><p>What if we all understand our own wrong intentions? Guided by a heart that dies, where's the honor in our minds? Leaving a legacy to be entangled by the snare of lies you left behind, dragging reason from our minds, burn the scales off our eyes.</p><p>You always take the fall for us, waiting patiently to come and rescue me. Find me out in an instance your presence kills my ties to these sick misleading alibis.</p><p>You know your done, this battle is already won. The promises you couldn't keep left them all in deceptive defeat.</p><p>Watch the chains as they burn, your demise is the cure for this curse. I've seen it all with a scar that's your work, now it's you being left in the dark</p>