Suffocating on your ambience, I'm choking down
inconsistency in all I've strived for, through
blood and shit-stained eyes.
Hold the torch for me,
guide me between the demons.
Draw the map for Embalm my emotions dear.
Embalm me as well. All along this treacherous
bridge, the view makes me want to turn back. But
if I push on further, I know the greener scenery
will take me with open blades of grass. Take
charge. Take the lead. Take the reins from me.