I'm buried in a prison of my own, my very perception of possession and life,
The will of living has met my very hand
The question is which way to turn?

The voice is there but do I listen? No, one must find the true reality we live in

I will bring myself to demise

Unless I find where all truth lies
Following in the footsteps of the ones I despise
All my moves are watched by your judgmental eyes


Congratulations for the ones you've lost, you where blinded before they where gone.


Your blindness pays its toll
And your voice masks your lies


I will bring myself to demise
Unless I find where all truth lies
Following in the footsteps of the ones I do not like

All my moves are watched by your judgmental eyes.

I've learnt from what I've, recently uncovered.