Here I am back to explore
The mind the visions  to draw
Find the piece that is out of line
To come to terms of what was crime

Scratching the sores to make them bleed
To find a way out heal the raw
Not knowing what was right or wrong
Deep beneath the weeds so long

No minute of silence the bells to ring
The shadows not showing on the ground
Submissive I want to feel the cold
truth to be known and told

Visions are there to appear
The real feelings releasing in the chair
Solid as ice no axe to crush
The final will end but with no rush