Inside this room all of my dreams become realities
and some of my realities become nightmares on elm
Like a lion dying to kill in the wilderness with out hopeless heart
this beautiful cycle of life will shred all to flames
A free less arraignment entombed in my life of selfish pain
sitting in shackles dwelling of vindication
shattered bones scattered throughout the abyss
take me away from the site of suffering
when will I reign to redemption
Im dying to kill in the wilderness
Burn all this bullshit
Bury me divine
I come to dwell in my own mind
with a hopeless heart and soul
I will not fall from Grace