forage through the midst, of awakened haze,
clouding everything you've known
tie the wicked ends, then start over
reap what exactly you have sewn
hands all cut to shit, in the end you sit
tired, weak and alone
by all means available
thrust onto yourself, lift the weightless
and forget everything else
now theres only you and me
we are the fearless, what do we cut?
what do we know?
all that ends in black, ties are all estranged
in the end we lack, the defense or the attack
we are the only ones, suffocating
under the weight of our demise
take me home
all the roads have failed, entitled to the lost
situations are all sad
for all eternity, the dream can never be...
we've lost all of what we've had
ripped it from the core, all what we adore
engulfed in the mixed and corrupt
change is a roulette, nothings ever set
what we're all here for...