is running down my throat
No place to rest, no home to stay no life to live, no role to play the fear of living day by day
No god exists that I can pray the poison leads me to decay
to stand this test of time ephemeral hope in me rising but
No place to rest, no home to stay no voice to hear, no word to say all colors fading into grey
No god exists that I can pray I can't afford the price to pay my low existance goes its way
a destiny right between your eyes.