My life feels like it's hanging by a thread I've pushed away all my stress and worry And now it surrounds me everywhere I look It's like I'm tight-roping over the river of Styx And all my fears, concerns and doubts Are reaching for me Like desperate hungry hands Searching for their relief Like the hands of those souls Begging for a release
But where exactly is my relief? Where does the end of this rope land? Tartarus or the Elysian Fields? Will I make it to my Elysium Or will I bathe in the sea of souls? Will I bear the Curse of Achilles Or will I be trapped there myself? All the worries that surround me Make me feel like diving in Isn't so bad