This is my final breath
Come to the front if you got time
Time to spare on my undying wit
This is a far cry left unsaid
But let me be the first to say
I want you to rip my heart
Oh what's that? It's all done?
I've felt it since this has begun.
I don't want to make sense of this world anymore,
it's something that I know but don't wanna hear,
struggling with the fact that I live in fear.
It might sound like a bore but I can't open that door.
I'm determined to figure it out,
so determined to figure this out but I can't
It's something I can't grasp, my voice ends in a rasp
That invisible hand knocking, portraying a lost vision.
So concise in my endeavors, lost in rapture
Always broken, following a path that was already ruptured.
Never questioned my beliefs but maybe,
just maybe. That's the key to set me free
Regrets and vagabonds, flowing with the wind
My home is never grounded, I want to move within.
Channeling my inner nature, innate through my ordeal.
Whenever I fall too deep, anxious is all I feel.
Through this treaturous venture, I cannot find an answer
Crawling within my own consciousness.
Revered by none but still alive, constantly second guessing
My existence and what I feel, I dread the pattern of my ordeal.
What I think is what I fear and my life is rather drear.
But when I sleep I can achieve retribution in the opaque
Lying there, I am obsolete and I writhe like I am meek
Dreams are a second world for me, an escape from reality
