Blank Canvas

Ever present just lost in the misunderstanding
Sitting in a studio with a pallet of colors
But the only color that meets the brush is darkness
My favorite color is the one absent of light
Just like my eyes completely void of substance
The canvas is ready for me to make a masterpiece
Yet I don't want nothing all I want is to be set free
Draw the picture and make it come to fruition
Sketch the lines and it becomes clear instantly
That nothing can be done that I'm just a son of perdition
What good is there within a man that only sees in shadows?
Everything looks bleak and hopeless
A victim of my own creation
The life I lived needing to be so hard
I now cannot get away from
Wishing and hoping that I could be one of those nice guys
But all I know is killing babies in my mind with fire that falls from heaven
Speaking disaster and watching the curse take shape
Before my eyes I've seen young girls pissed on
Demons conjured up
And the loss of innocence all in the name of needing more money
All the nightmares played out in the day time
Sticking in my mind from images that will never be erased
I saw men die and the helpless chocked out
The yearning is born to be the anti-hero
Without emotion to kill all who rise up in demonic presentation
Not seeking reward except that which is found in myself
Take aim and fire and look how quick the hellfire turns on to scorch their flesh
Kill them all and let God sort them out
This is not the man that I really want to be
But it seems that no one wants to take on the task that this world needs
The justification for the children comes through bullets and bombs
Let me be the one who pulls the trigger, Lord this is my prayer
No remorse and no tears shed
I already had my low point and from here on out
I'm living on the top of the mountain
In success I have won through violence and gore
Pull the camera back to see that the canvas still remains blank
After all is said and done I am still nothing