Connect The Cuts

Well Ive been looking for redemption
What was gold now is lost to the wolves
As the choler inside swells like locusts swarm
With all that Ive been given
The more Ive taken
Put me out of my misery
Dig a hole and throw me in the ground
With little faith in a God or humanity Im lost
Sometimes I think to myself, 'you should burn mother ******, burn'
Theres no truth in resting on laurels
Or the blindfold of crooked ideals and morals
On and on till the end
The serpents in my head
Will show themselves through the whites of my eyes
If all is lost again will I repeat or repent?
Or will I realize the devils in disguise?
Ill ****ing self-destruct
Well Ive been bitten by temptation
Body of rust and a cynical soul
I cant seem to fend off all the vermin
I feel the devil hes calling
Hes gnawing his way through the walls
Is this the bitter end to a lost cause (in his jaws)
Or a chance to reignite?
****
Doubt has dragged me down to rock bottom this time
Despite the weight on my shoulders I continue to climb
In my final hours towards a higher power to find Im damaged by design
I cant believe it was so difficult to see
That all along my only enemy was me
I should burn
Burn. ..