Wrathorn Testo

Owerwhelmed by dream of power
You cry of night and fear the day.
Dreams lend you a strong identity,
Reality will make you pay.

Days blur into a year.
What no one dares- you may,
Just tray to pull throught
One more day...one more day.
No hope
No straw to catch
No god
You ask to much

Numb inside
Let down again
Pice of mind
All in vain

Agonized minot aur in the maze
Of ordinary moments.
Shape the days to your pace,
Clench fists hard, holler!

Treat your life like a war,
Unless you fight- you' ll fall.
Do what you will, live be the rule,
Be the master, not his tool.
No hope
No straw to catch
No god
You ask to much.

Numb inside
Let down again
Pice of mind
All in vain