Album: Minus the Herd

To proceed down this path which I call my life, is an intricate journey through dark disturbance
To undertake this path again I called life, is to understand that I never once held a chance
It will be the last time I will ever lay my eyes on you
Oh dear Gaia
My life is now slowly winding down
Cold concrete has now numbed my joints, from my days locked away down here
Arming myself with useless courage, I guess hoping for a miracle
When in fact I'm less than a pious being,
(God himself couldn't save me here)
To undertake this path again I called life, is to understand that I never once held a chance
Mother I am so scared now
Unaccustomed to playing the role of the victim
Uncertainty is quite dreadful, but I have pushed on too far to come back, I have pushed on too far to come back
My recollection of thought is so vague, a foggy visions of repugnance
Yet I do recall the look of fear, imprinted on so many nameless faces
Bloodshed was inevitably welcomed from there on
Held captive like a slave for days without any light
Confined to a stale, ill-at-ease room
How I survived so far, is a miracle in itself, now I wait
Mercy through death

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