This is the last time i will struggle the eyes of a million follow each step i take walking further into hell the weak and willing wither under the weight of their own restraint we hold an ideal of the way it's supposed to be every motion creates a canyon left empty slowly the path begins to crumble and split destruction lurks waiting to fill the void while the other motions grief and iridescent light a sense of knowing and divide, this is a choice in which we all relate this is a choice make up your mind following step by step in each of our lives eyes always following and watching speaking tongues unknown following step by step i go it's torn away when i try to hold on i grab the end of my senses, dragging them to reality and as i see who i am now this is the path to being free This is the last time i will struggle the eyes of a million follow each step i take walking further into hell the weak and willing wither under the weight we hold an ideal of the way it's supposed to be seemingly perfect like a grid composed of dots ollowing step by step in each of our lives eyes always following and watching speaking tongues unknown following step by step i go