Almost Murder

fleeing from the certain bane
to the spot of revealed gain
resting there, i do not need
to see you so i won't be
on my knees to worship damned,
false authority again
and if there should be no one else
i would endure lonelyness

hope heals my contaminated soul
i won't be addicted to you anymore
cut the root and grew beyond the bound
i am not addicted to you as a fount

i leave the battlefield of mood addicted love

i'm supposed to be grateful, but
my question is: for what
for using me at your disposition
leading me to perdition
showing me your mighty performance
guiding me to live in ignorance
you taught me soon
how to distort the sad truth