I miss the days my mind would just rest quiet
My imagination hadnât turned on me yetâ¨
I used to let my words wax poeticâ¨
But it melted a puddle at my feet now
It is a calcifying crime, itâs tragic
Iâve turned to petrified past life baggage
I want to disappear and just start over
So here we are
And Iâll breathe again...
Cause I have sent for a warriorâ¨
From on my knees, make me a Hercules
I was meant to be a warrior please
Make me a Hercules
Iâve lost a grip on where I started fromâ¨
I wish Iâd thought ahead and left a few crumbs
Iâm on the hunt for who Iâve not yet become
But Iâd settle for little equilibriumâ¨
There is a war inside my heart gone silent
Both sides dissatisfied and somewhat violent
The issue I have now begun to seeâ¨
I am the only lonely casualty
This is not the end though...
Cause I have sent for a warriorâ¨
From on my knees, make me a Hercules
I was meant to be a warrior please
Make me a Herculesâ¨
Cause I have sent for a warriorâ¨
From on my knees, make me a Hercules
I was meant to be a warrior please
Make me a Hercules
This is my darkest hourâ¨
A long road has lead me out hereâ¨
But I only need turn around to face the light
And decide flight or fight