Miss May I Masses of a Dying BreedWatch at the source

Somethings haven taken over who I am. I went cold finding my way back. Lost consumes masses of a dying breed. Hammered through life a nail to seal this demise. This light will show forever and a day. This is where I want to be. Where there's comfort in everything. This is where I want to be. I have made it here from nothing. No recognition of who you are. Don't you see this is where I want to be. Your only making excuses to hide what the truth is. Your only making a fool of yourself. Unthought out excuses. This is where I want to be. Where there's comfort in everything. This is where I want to be. I have made it here from nothing. Your only making excuses to hide what the truth is. I have made it here. This is where I want to be. But this is only half way there. Somethings have taken over who I am. Take it all back from where you came.