Found in a maze As time is ever streaming Left where it lays It won't decay, this feeling All alone, with everything that's born The gods display their scorn I won't run away It only gets me closer I cut through the day A murdering of meaning Either way, endless ways to say I'm speechless when I pray
I hope I make it home I hope I make it home Ah, oh, woah
Torn by a stitch The fabric underneath it Hooked on that glitch That breathes to life within it Flesh and bone, carried by the tone The resonating drone Lost in a maze As time is ever stopping RIght where it lays It's wings clipped by the ceiling All alone, wIth everything that's gone The devil in finest form
I hope I make it home I hope I make it home Ah, oh, woah