Gliding through a field of dying grass
A breeze of virulent air threatens to suffocate me
It seems Like I've been lost for years, tip-toeing on broken glass
And he watches, just waiting for me to fall
A breeze of virulent air threatens to suffocate me
Attempting to turn my soul pitch black
Its a raging war inside to win the light back
It seems Like I've been lost for years, tip-toeing on broken glass
Trying not come to my inevitable death
Stuggling to take atleast one steady breath
And he watches, just waiting for me to fall
He sees that I'm naught but a lost lamb, full of fright
But I promise, I'm not going down withought a fight