Byron Henderson - VOID. (DEMO) lyrics

Lord forgive me for all my
Sins, for I not know, But I do
Can't you tell,  we are not the same?
Do I look like prey to you?
Never to surrender, never to be defeated
I bear my soul to all before I go
Never has there been a we
For most have never met me in order to know
Freedom is unfamiliar
Though likely to succeed
Even for the leeches
I bleed until my time comes
In hopes of making you pure
Due to live more lives than most
Due to have less pride than most
Caution to the wind
Flawed victories accompanied by sin
Will come often you grew and became lost
As morality withers away
Can you see, hear, feel my pain?
I ask, staring into the mirror
The reflection of a stranger with eyes
As empty as my soul you've been here before
This is war and what a sight it is to behold
Yes, of course! The question at hand, um
Give me moment to gather our thoughts
With demons tall enough to surpass
The peaks of mountains
Fingers crossed that they're
Prepared to fall
Because I feel every bit of what you feel
Even when you feel nothing at all
But who am I? Yeah
Mm look
Look check

B sides for the broken
I ain't here for your pity
Cause these thoughts being spoken
Are tying me to a city that I'm from
And since these are trying times
You ought to know I'm numb
You ought to know I'm- wait

B sides for the broken
I ain't here for your pity
Cause these thoughts being spoken
Are tying me to the city that I'm from
And since these are dying times
You ought to know I'm done
You ought to know I'm- look

Left side, left side, hey
Right side, right side, whoa

Left side, left side, hey right side
White flag i'm waving a white flag

These days, I ain't feeling much
Ain't nobody looking too familiar to me
Got lost in the fifth grade
Saw a switch blade and life willed it to me
My thoughts drown while you continue
Breaking these bars down
If I'm shining light upon your life
You probably wonder why mine
Is still dark now
Make no mistake, I'm far from peace
Money talks, but it don't talk to me
Garden of Eden, apartheid
When the Whites see me, they just call police
My people see me and they start some beef
Traumatized over dramatized ideologies
And several homocides
All the drug abuse over dollar signs
And you start to see how they monetize it
Time and again
The news forcefeeds lies and pretends
Brought the baggage like a bus boy
Every single ex, I was out of it with
Cops overstep boundaries like it isn't
Really just a job, But it is
Y'all know it's rooted deeper
When they really
Think Black on Black crime exists
Hard pressed on a conquest to find myself
That's progress switch blade, eye twitch
Best friend bracelet, right wrist
Been faceless, walking a tightrope
But I haven't died yet
No time left, and losing everything isn't
Really something I can digest, So