The Walk

Reach into the void Touch the heart of darkness Reach for the light Feel the hand of god The uncertainty of my existence Can be decided by choice of a path I must walk So, sick monotone culprit Come on down and we'll talk about it Bow down to the gods Or keep on walking further On the cusp of our enlightenment we march With the sun at my back I take my first step outside shading my thoughts and perceptions Done from the truth I'll never run Be it the light or the shadow I walk in hand with all Born of nothing My thoughts are unconditional And I despise the façade of the original martyr Deep with the void Higher Searching for the light We leave this world behind The violent twisting of the fates The eminent collapse of our current state Born of nothing My thoughts are unconditional And I despise the façade of the original martyr Deep with the void Higher Searching for the light We leave this world behind Bow down to the gods Or keep on walking further On the cusp of our enlightenment we march --- The Walk - Periphery