Stuck in my sight it's sealing off all the guilt
deep in the vortex with nowhere to quit to to quit
Left unprotected for
memories to fade
flatterned by waves of oncoming hate
Pinned to the wall by truth and fistings
Peeling senses off it opens the
instincts
Following guidelines and ripping out fears
smashing through walls and breaking your spears
Going through space it
brings out the ashes scattered
by the winds to highlite the importance of this very
moment supposing it is worth the time, the
effort,
something like a choir left off somewhere in the
beginning when it all was grayscale and therefor
remained unattended
for ages but it was in fact
something more it was the end
And if I've failed I'm sorry
And if I've failed don't worry