Wrathorn
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