On the edge of seventeen,
And on the brink of eighteen.

Wow ain't that a scary truth?
Growing up is such a funny thought;

You're a carefree kid once upon a time,
And then a mature adult on the clock's next chime.

Turn eighteen, they said,
Join the big boys, they said.

But truth is, adulthood is a serious business,
One that comes with bills, and debts, and losses.

It may be my one ticket to freedom and legality,
but it sure is hell carrying all that responsibility.

So thank you sir for the nice offer,
But I don't really want to get involved there.

I'm comfortable here in my naivety,
Where my childish whims are the propriety.

So let my eighteen candles burn bright up ahead,
Cause I'll douse it out without an ounce of dread.

Some days I feel like an empty shell
A dead man walking the depths of hell

I try so hard to feel something there
But its all empty, nothing but cold and fear

I am a stranger trapped in my own skin
There's something dark crawling from within

I look inside to find out whats wrong
Turns out I've lost myself for so long

Didn't even notice what was missing
Felt all lost and aching,
Why and what though?
These are questions that needs answering...

Some days I don't feel like moving,
But as they say,
If you're already in hell, just keep going.

I was raised to protect the throne of the king
A warrior summoned to slice everything
Fighting for years a battle not mine
It polished my skills, it made me shine

I cannot count the lives I've taken
Nor the screams of children I've been slayin'
All I remember was the sword I'm swinging
Under the rainy sky, I felt like drowning

How can I be a hero of my country?
When only few of us returns home out of many
This has nothing to do with fate and destiny
This is clearly a product of a greedy authority

I was once a coward, couldn't face the truth
Being just a knight, it ruined my youth
Wearing this armor symbolizes my dignity
I took it off, it sent me to reality.

- SHADOWS

Once upon a time,
When I was in my prime,
The world looked so bright,
And there was hope in my heart.

But reality dawned on me,
The truth I finally see,
Such a fool I was per se,
Life's not what I thought it to be.

My dreams once soared high,
Creativity and art was my war cry,
But now I tire, God I barely try,
The dreams and hopes, they die.

Now the child is dead,
The vision's jaded,
Nothing's alive, its all faded.

In a world that keeps on lying,
You can rarely find
A truth that is worth keeping.

Everyone here keeps on looking,
At the wrong places
Where there's lots of pretending.

And so everyone plays along,
All is having fun,
Keeping the lie alive for long.

But if we were to awaken,
See the lies crumble
Revealing the truth we've forsaken.

We'd see, oh we'd finally see,
That all this time
All we've been looking for,

Is something... something genuine...

I have wings and I can fly away,
But hey, that's a petty white lie,
Cuz if it were true, I wont be here today,
Enduring the hurt and the lie...

So here I am stranded,
Held down by chains of dread,
I have wings and I can fly away,
But you might as well call me disabled.

Cuz its a petty white lie,
And God knows I can't get away.

Man is born small,
But soon he will grow tall,
To tell the world about his dream,
And learn to live life to the brim.

He'll live a fleeting life,
But it will be full and bright,
Soon he'll find the love of his life,
Time will pass and he'll grow wise and right.

Soon he'll have children to grow,
And he'll remember the days of his youth,
Yet he's stopped growing now,
That is the truth.

Now it's a race against time,
The sands are slipping
His hair grows white,
And his bones are creaking.

Soon he'll be weak and old,
But he's lived a life to be told,
Youth is now a far-off memory,
Something that he will bury.