In the end everything is said
A state of mind one can only regret
Touch truth but only skim perfection
Plunge beyond this painful deception
There is a way for it all to happen a riverbed where everything can flow
Harsh memories scattered around no promise on which to bestow
This world a burden of pain
Asphyxiate this sickening state
Straight ahead to the place we belong
Looking back it all seems so wrong
There must be a way for us to see and dive past each miscalculation
Fear is the stone cold murdurer the rampant virus contaminating
This world a burden of pain
Asphyxiate to recreate
