Thoughts cloud up my head
I think of all that I’ve done, and got to do before I’m dead.
Eerie sounds and the misty fog, all fill me with dread
Life’s relation with all this misery
I feel a surge of empathy for all that I see
My senses on the highest levels, I’m on alert
From the rough wooden surface underneath my hands,
To the frantic thumping of my frightened heart.
My breathing becomes strong, yet all this confusion doesn’t seem to belong.
And what I fear may not be all wrong.
I’m drifting toward the unknown, yet I seem to know where to go.
I’m drifting towards the darkness, yet I seem to know there is hope for light.
I’m drifting towards wrong, yet there seems to be strength for right.
I’m drifting towards a battle, yet I know that it will be won.
I’m drifting towards the unknown, yet I seem to know where to go.
I think of all that I’ve done, and got to do before I’m dead.
Eerie sounds and the misty fog, all fill me with dread
Life’s relation with all this misery
I feel a surge of empathy for all that I see
My senses on the highest levels, I’m on alert
From the rough wooden surface underneath my hands,
To the frantic thumping of my frightened heart.
My breathing becomes strong, yet all this confusion doesn’t seem to belong.
And what I fear may not be all wrong.
I’m drifting toward the unknown, yet I seem to know where to go.
I’m drifting towards the darkness, yet I seem to know there is hope for light.
I’m drifting towards wrong, yet there seems to be strength for right.
I’m drifting towards a battle, yet I know that it will be won.
I’m drifting towards the unknown, yet I seem to know where to go.
