5 acessos
Born, free
Forever regressing
To a state of total self-doubt
Searching for what it is to be
Wander, disconnected
Disillusioned, medicated
Cracking under the pressure
Mere shells of what we were born to be
There is a way, step back, start over
Open your eyes
Drown in the colour
Immerse yourself within its beauty
Crawling, mutilated
Withered, broken-hearted
This was not meant to be your fate
Your integrity is wasting away
There is still time
There is still time
Drown in the colour
Immerse yourself within its beauty
Gaze into the fires that defined you
Be one, be yourself