I walk through this city under shadow of death
Lift my head to the clouds to catch a single breath
But a weed grew from below and stole the air from my lungs
And further cast me into darkness and blocked out the sun
What makes this road so hard, who wants this to end?
Is it me or them? Is it foe or friend?
All I know is paranoia I don't even know why
I persist with this, will I miss this?
It seems so worthwhile
At these dead ends
We've come to mend At these dead ends
I never wanted to fail, I never wanted to fall
I was just waiting for that one good opportunity to call
While the misery piled up, the apathy set in
One problem wouldn't end yet fifty more would just begin
Why does everyone want something for nothing from me
Why does everybody run when there's something that I need
I guess it's every man for himself
But I think this time I may need help
At these dead ends
We've come to mend
At these dead ends
I've come to mend this time my friend
As the pain it poured upon me pure instinct kicked in
I was fortified by armour looking brave but paper thin
My defence mechanisms, they fired up
Completely unrequested I thought I didn't need them
I'd do better than the rest did
I wanted to rise but reality pushed back
With nowhere to move on but head on into full on attack
So the weed dragged me down
I lost all I found
Till the anger took over and left whats left of me now
I've found the blame in you
You've made a world that's broken
It's time to start anew
Take back my chance you've stolen
How could I carry on
When all the world around me
Is singing it's swan song
Well I'll just scream back
Let me be free