She was my ciggarete, and earth as my ashtray. She was killing me, the earth was leaving me. I get what i ask for. So lets be burn outs, reaching free. Bumming it, spending our lifes out on the sea. Drifting, through the horizon. Hoping she has forgiven me. Staring at the mess i made, but she was the one who force my hand. So now, all i have. My soul, my land. This beautiful depression is mine, has come to silence me. But i know where i stand, and from the highest hill I'll scream. Sometimes freedom aint free unless your vessel lays in the cementery.. My name is Leon Chapel, aspiring artist. I'm not limited to any style of art. I'll try everything once. You may not understand me, but you have to understand, I dont understand myself. I'm Sorry I'm Lost.