Nostalgic** of those days when I had a dream. When I walked down the streets and hoped someday I'll be free

Fate I wish I had a peek at you, I'd accept you and put hold to my illusions. The ones I dared to call dreams

but now, am feeble
I just want to be alive

this world is savage
it'll dice your hopes and hold you hostage
my heart weeps for you

the stabbed wounds and the vocals that I offered against malice has left me broken and lonely

I'm perplexed by how we hide our strengths in the shadows

We've been offered cheap thrills at the expense of our sanity

I'm pondering on the pounds that were accepted,
in order for us to be pounded

bruises and suffering is all we get
is our existence that invalid?