Path I'm Set

Path I'm Set

Distress rising, clogging up my veins
Memories haunting me, deep down inside
Time to turn into something else
Become a shadow of my former self
Times have changed and moved along
Every life progressing in their natural stages
Some obstacles...some chance of being led astray

If everything had turned out okay,
Would I be a different parson now?
Don’t want to change the path I’m set
But I can’t help but wonder
For one second what I’d be like
If I was given a different hand
There’s a demon in my head
Reminiscent of old scriptures
Extract it before it kills me
Lessen the pain of my world

Time is a healer, like they say
But can time bear the weight,
Of my soul?
Dispersing throughout the treads,
Of my life

My sole promise to keep my health
At a hundred percent, no less
But it feels more like seventy
I feel claustrophobic
Inside this shell
Trapped in this spiral of life
My contingent thought that progresses
My contagion thought that progresses
Never stopping

The wolves are howling, baying for blood
Is it my time to go,
Should I just stop?
Lying through my teeth
And telling everyone I’m okay (lies!lies!lies!)
When deep inside,
This fear clogs my heart
My centre cries out for salvation
In this ugly world of devastation

Time is a healer, so they say
But as I watch time float by
(I wonder when...)
I wonder when I’ll be able to just
Drive along on this path I’m set
Without any consequences

I want to be in the shadows
Where I can let in the grief overtake me
Like a nest for a swarm
Of blood-thirsty animals
I am not struggling along
I’m merely just ‘getting by’
And trying to make the ‘ends meet’

I do not belong in today’s society
I do not belong with people whose
Morals are unjust
For so long I’ve been doing
Things my way and so far they’ve worked
Not glitches in this fabled system

Life...I live it my way
Life...I control it my way
Life...I earn it my way
Life...I say it my way
Life...I live it my way
Life...I control it my way
Life...I earn it my way
Life...I say it my way

Do not try and take what’s mine
Our perception of the heart
Is born from wanting to personify it
As if an organ can be damaged and torn
There’s nothing to it...put your back into it

Time is a healer, time is a healer
Time is a healer, like they say
But can time bear the weight,
Of my soul?
Dispersing throughout the treads,
Of my life
Time is a healer, so they say
But as I watch time float by
(I wonder when...)
I wonder when I’ll be able to just
Drive along on this path I’m set
Without any consequences