This Is Mine

I am the darkness that hides in the light
 I am the wrong in all that is right
 I excel in painting hatred with shades of love
 A bestial mural; a portrait of blood
 Your nothing – your all
 All these things you thought were you...
 They're mine
 I'll feed you, your scraps of freedom
 And at the bowl you'll beg for more
 You've given so much life to all this that is mine
 I am the sadness that brings a smile
 I am the fool embraced by guile
 I aspire to drag below what lay above (on high)
 The blade clipping your wings as you standing to fly
 Your nothing – your all
 All these things you thought were you...
 They're mine
 I'll feed you, your scraps of freedom
 And at the bowl you'll beg for more
 You've given so much life to all this that is mine
 Your nothing – your all
 All these things you thought were you...
 They're mine
 I'll feed you, your scraps of freedom
 And at the bowl you'll beg for more
 Your nothing – your all
 All these things you thought were you...
 They're mine
 I'll feed you, your scraps of freedom
 And at the bowl you'll beg for more