true belief

• wretched will, host of pleasure surreal
  closed the room where the last is buried
  
  rise or fall at your masters request
  youre unable to accept redemption
  
  i dont know about a true belief here
  with the lost its the same as always
  
  all i want is the same, a true belief
  
  you cant wait to become a memory
  with the weak its the same as always
  
  stand confused lack of comprehension,
  re-aroused by a thought of madness
  
  and i know that the truth is always right
  but its time to search for lies
  youre the only i try to save
  but the blood spills from your veins
  
  call counting time till the end
  deaths wicked smile never fails
  the curse is cast, youve lost the past
  forevermore, a candle burns here no more
  
  i dont know about a century life
  when the love of generations die
  
  i can see no good in taking your own life
  when any moment death calls...
  
  all i want is the same, a true belief