Trouble.   Looking at a heart once gold, life already lost.   Beginning to the end (a mental holocaust).   And it’s so depressing, worrying.   Truth is hard to find.   Trouble here.   Still seeking, repeating.   Still I gotta strive.   I gotta strive, I gotta try.   Engaged with foreign pain, bombs dropped right though your brain.   Life’s hard you know the game.   I try but still it rains.   Hearts just explode (Awake I try to see).   Lock and reload (Inhale this life I breathe).   Searching, seeking, now exists a problem somewhere deep inside, now I gotta know.   And I cut though snakes with deadly knives of mind.   And the serpents’ fangs again will kill in time.