This life is a ride in which I've seen visions of a path
formed and suited to fit all that I have seen and done.
As all is waiting to be created and spun

Pain exchanged for wisdom of everything I love
and If you follow this rhyme from line to mind
from ignition to exhaust, it will leave you
in the mud and exhaling dust.

I have yet to give words of advice
I suffice to say it's hard to express
but in due time they will follow
and find their way, though the sun peaks from
clouds withered in silence as they slowly decay

They will follow in many forms and steps
through this deceptive circle of monotone color

in a time where inspiration is hard to find
I'll live by the word of everything they find absurd

So in the eyes of time let your existence have meant
the world to all whom see your light and they will follow

through this place as hell as it was written in this
hollow graveyard of broken wealth, till the end of time it'self.