Famine of Conscience (This World Is Not My Home)

There’s a darkness in me that reaches in to harm my peace
I’ve nurtured it so long that now my heart cannot break free
I built my own demise within the filth that welcomed I
Deep into my heart ‘till I no longer recognized anything that I claimed to be

But this world is not my home
No, the world is not my home
I’m a haunted man confined to bone
The only comfort is I know that it’s only for a little while

It often feels like drowning here – in a world where darkness claims everything
Eternal fear; a famine of conscience with no threat of rain
Won’t you purge me from this pain? Remove my guilt and cleanse my shame?
Lifelessness feels strangest when you know that it will change the moment that life slips away

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