I don't pretend to be the good guy.
I'm just not hiding my dark side.
I played nice but it ain't fine.
All my plays line under grey skies.
Let the rain fall over flames dying.
Used to chase lies but I stop trying.
And the clot from the smoke in my lungs made me choke.
But the flood cleansed the river and the air delivered hope.
Beware, with mind clear and held rope I hang regrets here.
Under the waterfall crashing over rising steam and asphalt superheated from fading fire from dissolving demons as a monster I became to defeat them.