Epilepsy in my brain,
feels like the blood in my veins.
Then the scorching phoenix rises,
can you feel the repeated demises.
Cause all types of beauty are flawed,
I often em-path the false clause.
The embers can't be lit,
the ashes remain and sit.
No one can get up,
has the stillness, simply been enough>
I had grand mal and pedimol,
so why is a normal person stalled?
Your that plain bonfire,
stuck cause your a liar.
So tell me, would you die,
if you were paralyzed.
So be the doll with a hidden face,
glued to a chair and smile fully laced.
Cause Mom & Dad,
are getting sad.
Cause the kids can't do what they never had.
Cause Cinders & Seizures was all I had, So look at me now, and look were I am.