Vicious Cycle of Life: I find that I kill myself every time I look away from you. But I often gaze another moment. Incited scars reopen, bleeding again, and they're bleeding at my request freely given, and we choose the choice to loose (now we know). As these scars are screaming at me Just why we've chosen poorly. Could this be our chance to see why we believe that we need you instead of following numbly? Ride on, Ride strong solider, march to the dictated beat. Have you ever known how victory feels unless you have felt defeat? Dont want the pain of free will tolen and mindless mechanical will chosen. Cherish the loss There is no concept of gain without cost. I fall, and I fall freely. Incited scars are bleeding and now I believe. I freely believe when I hit the ground and bloody palms I raise, the arms that pick me up convince me. Where's no better place.