Clenching the fist tight
Punch to the sky
Fight to prove our existence
The worth of life

Entrust my heart to your belief
Never tuck your head low beneath
We valued the same as anyone living

If others hold on to the card of priority
We wait still with our tight fists

On the way home
The road path out to nothing at all
As I walk
People start to talk
Eyes are swallow
Sinking to the well

Hands up in the air
The sky is small
And the raindrops
Sweet, bitter I thought

I face the walls
Breathing become difficult
I struggle

On the way home
The path lost me on my way home

Breathless
Don't challenge my limit
The house is full
With the presence of the ugly greed

Don't put on a pretty face
Push away your own responsibilities

Couldn't mouth a single thing
Putting on a pretty mask just like what you taught me
Loathing that useless cry beneath

Soon the unbreakable chain will be seemed

Holding back will be out of point

Shouting upon the night sky
In search for the footsteps that pass by
The lonesome flickering street lights
Reflecting the past that I will never find

Lost in indulgence of time
The present is in the mist of white
I am the suitcase traveller
Long for the train of past to stop by

TEARS ARE FOR THE WEAKS
DARE NOT TO BE
HELPLESS SCREAMS
MUTED TO THE SOUND OF THE VOICE
DRIVEN TO THE EXTREME
HELD BY MANY BUT NOTHING DEEP
FOUGHT HARD TO BREATHE
DARKNESS SET IN