(Verse)
Releasing hold, of the victim’s mind, taking back control from hope or chance.
The past a desolate dream, a self-created, struggle just above the surface.
(Chorus)
Getting so old, you feel the length, but not its worth.
As these waves of doubt surround, will you keep them away?
(Verse)
You never stopped to question, that safest slide, from past to present the failures feared their way in.
So often overwhelmed now, but learned to see, some things for what they are and should be.
(Chorus)
Getting so old, you feel the length, but not its worth.
As these waves of doubt surround, will you keep them away?