Crawling down the road of life
another hopeless speech
Gruesome soul numbness

People stare, do they know
I am suffering the tyrants


Every gesture is a malicious attack
a firm fist of misery
But it shall not coincide

with the Lion's downfall

There are no tears

No feeling of guilt
Nowhere to channel the anger
Nowhere to leave the pain


How can they feast upon the Lion without knowing?
...He will eventually rise again


Hunt him down (when He is at his weakest)
Tempt him down (on His knees if you can)

Stronger than all (so it's futile)

All there is left (right now) is personal pride

Enough to return with rays of light