Those whispers I hear, with their twisted tales
All climbing to reach me, all the while Im becoming more pale
My mind is retreating to which I was once came
A far away journey, a trip down memory lane
Im becoming suspicious of all that I see
My mind is pleading with me to be free
Disease and infection are beginning to form
Threatening the life line, I received when re-born
Im wandering and waiting for the unseen to approach
Watching the shadows, searching for ghosts
Im turning away from road that we laid
Hesitation is gripping me each step of the way
It is only your nature that voice snarls at me
To flee from the broken so you remain free
I ponder and wonder on all of these words
Trying to convince myself that I must have misheard
The last sliver lining that holds me to you
Is stretching and panicing as the strands become few
My fingertips coil, fighting to stay,
Yet a battle within me rages, forcing the way
For all I have left is the gift of uncertainty
Holding the strands together for what I pray is eternity
All climbing to reach me, all the while Im becoming more pale
My mind is retreating to which I was once came
A far away journey, a trip down memory lane
Im becoming suspicious of all that I see
My mind is pleading with me to be free
Disease and infection are beginning to form
Threatening the life line, I received when re-born
Im wandering and waiting for the unseen to approach
Watching the shadows, searching for ghosts
Im turning away from road that we laid
Hesitation is gripping me each step of the way
It is only your nature that voice snarls at me
To flee from the broken so you remain free
I ponder and wonder on all of these words
Trying to convince myself that I must have misheard
The last sliver lining that holds me to you
Is stretching and panicing as the strands become few
My fingertips coil, fighting to stay,
Yet a battle within me rages, forcing the way
For all I have left is the gift of uncertainty
Holding the strands together for what I pray is eternity
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