The trees were thick and the right path out could only be seen from deeper within the the labyrinth and never found again as it enclosed itself behind me

If breaking the whole world and everyone in it would have turned back time, I would have done it, to take the right way out of the forsaken wood

But would it have made a difference?

What light even lies outside of those woods?

Paradise or pits of fire?

Is what I would kill to run back to something that won’t kill me quicker?

A bite of truth feels better than a million lying kisses

Theories never fed my breath, food never calmed it

I feel myself lost in a forest of flames again

Burn all the cities, leave me in the dirt with a shovel and a pick

I will dig a grave for lies, I will carve a paradise that never dies