Absense of light
No end in sight
This grip you think you have on me
Tightness of breath
Thinking that it’s death
If this is true just let it be
Hallway of corruption
Or what is seems to be
This prison that resemble free
Transcend from above
Cuz you’re deprived of
That trail of fear that follows thee
One day,
One day,
You’ll see the last of me
Relentless sense of passion
Just waiting to str...
The visual of
The damnation and choas
A gift and a curse
A playground ablazed
Nostrils scream for salvation
The burning of life
Rumbles of terror
Echos over the landscape
Deafens those to death
Soles in agony
Unbalanced situation
Broken under me
A smoke filled city
Tongue painted in hell itself
The taste of freedom...