The voices of stress is ringing my ears
im burned by the fact of life
in the eyes of my piers i am settle and calm
i must take these last days in strife
for the demons in time will surely fade
but for now they are set in stone
they sit on their perch grinning away
to later be destrout and alone
my flesh is starting to tare
as the blood runs down my back
i scream louder and louder
while the weight on my shoulder begin to stack
I'm in a dark place
theres no way in or out
so i lie and wait for the day
that my heart will be free from doubt