Ascending from your fallen past Life it's the same Attending to a loneliness For you, never
Through channels of uncertainty A rise of denial This sadness is positioning As Fortunes snares lay me down
In a dream despite The air we breathe, serenity
Grip the dead hands of the last Detritus invades Indefinite the consequence For you endeavour to Aggravate uncertainty A rise of denial This passion wont forgive And ill fortune tears you down