Glass Pane on a Tilted Axis

I am the imbalance. The constant contradiction to the current degradation.

Why?

Oh, the answer isn't straight, nor dare I say, "pure"
I only become strapped down when I wanna feel alive!
I DESIRE TO INHALE WITHOUT GUILT!
There's a wave of residual pepper on my plate, adding spice and burning tongues

You call me controversy and I still refer to you as regret
See to it that I make it past the lot of your home and far as Hell away

Perhaps one day, instead of tears, I'll smile over our better years.