In the middle of nowhere, existence is all alone
Feel the pain of all the spears being thrown
Puzzled are the ways, reality seems to have outgrown
In all this fictitious tranquility, still hear the tormenting drone
Look on one side, deluded and pierce from the other
The wrath of a Fortune gonna spare neither
No father nor mother neither sister nor brother
Stand forlorn, only to face the brunt of the weather
The choice, either to confront or bow down to its might
Decision to be which side, the wrong or the right
The intuition of a withering coward or a blooming knight
Stuck in the moment, perplexed by the ongoing fight
Build something, with blood, sweat and tear
Creeps up from within, the thought of losing it, an everlasting fear
Foreclosure of a dream, giving up on someone dear
In the middle of nowhere, nothing ever seems to be clear
Feel the pain of all the spears being thrown
Puzzled are the ways, reality seems to have outgrown
In all this fictitious tranquility, still hear the tormenting drone
Look on one side, deluded and pierce from the other
The wrath of a Fortune gonna spare neither
No father nor mother neither sister nor brother
Stand forlorn, only to face the brunt of the weather
The choice, either to confront or bow down to its might
Decision to be which side, the wrong or the right
The intuition of a withering coward or a blooming knight
Stuck in the moment, perplexed by the ongoing fight
Build something, with blood, sweat and tear
Creeps up from within, the thought of losing it, an everlasting fear
Foreclosure of a dream, giving up on someone dear
In the middle of nowhere, nothing ever seems to be clear
The Johny
22 Dec 2006
22 Dec 2006
