Angry towards whatever out there
Towards whatever behind
It wasn't supposed to come to the pain that
I'm now about to experience
This questions being raised again
Slowly beginning to dawn upon me
Stiff fingers reaching like leaves
But where to reach, what will help?
Like a hit to the head, doesn't hurt only goes numb
Drifting to a healing place, drifting to hell
Swallow by the sensation of it all
Taken by the ripples of the emotions
Sense your beast to come
Make ready yourself
This has been dealt before, see me now
I will stand as a stronger one again
Do not mistake this as a weakness, i will beat you
Again
Only on the inside
But where to reach, what will help?
Like a hit to the head, doesn't hurt only goes numb
Drifting to a healing place, drifting to hell
Swallow by the sensation of it all
Taken by the ripples of the emotions
Sense your beast to come
Make ready yourself
