Behind the walls you built
The ugly frame of mind
Alive and thriving
Feed on the sence
Of inevitability
Feed your fears
Of the dead future
Feed your hate
For the wasted past
These sleepless nights
Are devouring you alive
the lack of light
Red eyes, hoarse sighs
How does it feel
To know about
Weakness, sorrow
That break you down
Does it feels like
Chain on your neck
The chain indecision
Feed your fears
Of the dead future
Feed your hate
For the wasted past
The hardest thing ever
Is to take a step
But the worst
Is to bow your head