Isn't it obvious of what we believe
Can be mischief or at most disbelief.
We are being dragged into the deepest scars
Still holding onto our purest of hearts.
Am I too dugged with my own demons
In a fight even you can't elude the 'us'.
Isn't it right or is it wrong
The choice of getting it to be prolong.
I am sorry walking yourself in my venge
Shifting the paths of my own quench.
Even the reason of that smile
Faded just away to be veil.
With what's left we took an oath to
Liberate from our own cages,
I was already the devil and
She lost her wings to become an angel.