Ventana - The Fallen Idol

a simple disease simply explained contaminated my soul and is devouring my veins I try but can't stop I can lie but can't talk can fly but can't walk I feel as though I'll never stop falling I don't know who I am I don't know where i've been I only know what I don't want to be and where I don't want to end up but I always seem to be there to the place that scares to the place that traps and always seems to last no escape, no hope no gun, no rope can't live, can't die can't see even though I stiil have my eyes lost any ambition, which seems part of this evolution through all conditions no matter how much the sun shines it always seems to rain where I am cold and damp, I beg not to be damned