Brought back to the scene Of answers letting go A shift burning still With questions down below Through me, spiraling The storm that never passed In search of an end A quest from first to last In full blast With cold piercing nails Sunk into my world I am holding on for all I'm worth Once more reason fades Into a blinding light Far gone, taking heed The wisdom of hindsight And so, as I walk Into the afterglow I see signs of life Among the veils of woe With cold piercing nails Sunk into my world I am holding on for all I'm worth As time passes by Grip is losing out At a loss while waiting for rebirth Pain is the sense of comfort Fear is the state of mind Born of the ghost in hiding Hope of a different kind