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Noticing my steps dying in the snow

How did I manage to leave no trace at all

In a world festered, destroyed

Mangled by imperfections

Was I supposed to create a shape

Out of bening notions

The head is low, so are my hands

The path is long, so sore are my feet

The reach is gone, where will I go?

A path to none, where will I go?

Fastened chest on the way to space

The unknown awaits me, but who am I

Face it, you will never know what it's like

What it's like to be free, man.

Free, I mean it, freedom. No more priorities.

No more responsibilities.

You. You become the only

Important matter in your life.

The actual purpose of our existence

Will unravel in front of your eyes!

Maybe it already did.

And you don't even know it.

Fire in my throat. Ice out from my eyes

Can I cry so loud that it pierces the skies

I am supposed to fly

The inevitable rise of the ego

But I see on every side

I just fall, so low

Anything that could help me

I'm just a luxurious lure to hope

And hope has long left me

You're left with me to cope

I'm falling to nowhere