It's the blood, in your veins it's the voice that keeps you sane It's the eye, watching over you It's the fear, seeping into you I can feel it, draining me dry. i can feel myself under the watchful eye.
Life is a question Death isn't the answer I'm falling faster into this pit Forever after
Suffering for my selfish ways I'll be imprisoned for the rest of my days Trapped in a cell with no end in sight Reaper grab my hand show me the light
Do I really have a purpose? At least I know I'm worthless.
One step closer to the end Breaking my back for my right to defend My honour, my pride, my will to survive The question is, will I make it out alive?