At this point in time of risk and rages
Do I keep on fighting or work for wages?
Residual echoes, a tug of war, I hide my tears
I keep fighting under clouds of fear
Ohhh, Ohhh
What's not etched in stone
I face it alone
Conforming spirits haunt me
Well it seems so
Situations can be somewhat dismal
Things that seemed so right are now goodbyes
The comfort zone for me no thanks
I'd rather try for a shot at the throne
The cast of the stone
I face it alone
Things that seemed so right are now goodbyes
Things that seemed so right are now goodbyes