I walk the hals of a narrow
Path of apathy as the extacey
Hits the ground cosing it to rupsher I feel the stroke of
Thousands of fingers run over my skin
As the flow grows more
Through my body
I feel as if a million sins wash away
Drugs drugs flow helping me numb the pain so the regret
I have Flys away as
A halusanations
Coruped my head my scars
A simbal of my struggle a simbal
That won't fade
A reminder
Fight it
The scarse show what I can fight
Losing a war is like losing your
Fath everything is
Lost and destroide it's hard to
Fight a war u lost
And it's hard to run something you broke
