There's a rumble beneath my tired bare feet
Trying to have my exhausted soul admit defeat
There's a cloud of despair hanging above in space
So I've chosen to face the ground as I tighten my lace
There's a clamour for success in this endless race
Where each troubled heart is trying to find its place
There's a sudden twist in the long journey home
A deafening pattering on the roofs of men by a storm
Raining beasts and monsters of an anticipation
Striped in blood red and black called uncertainty of tomorrow
There's a ****** mind being ***** by hallucination
Breaking a ***** and bleeding crimson sorrow
There's a bone of contention cast between the poles
A ball of great expectation bouncing between the goals
There's a future dressed in a translucence
So that even a glance with a scope does make no sense
There's a cold washing over mortals as in their wait
Anxious and passionately whilst they anticipate
There are lungs running out of breath and not catching
An egg of hope for a new dawn that isn't hatching
A pitch sweeping over a life that should be glowing lit
There's a weight anchoring my two plates of meat
A thunderous rumble beneath my tired bare feet