Stuck in my sight it's sealing off all the guilt deep in the vortex with nowhere to quit to to quit Left unprotected for memories to fade flatterned by waves of oncoming hate Pinned to the wall by truth and fistings Peeling senses off it opens the instincts Following guidelines and ripping out fears smashing through walls and breaking your spears Going through space it brings out the ashes scattered by the winds to highlite the importance of this very moment supposing it is worth the time, the effort, something like a choir left off somewhere in the beginning when it all was grayscale and therefor remained unattended for ages but it was in fact something more it was the end And if I've failed I'm sorry And if I've failed don't worry