Angry towards whatever out there
Towards whatever behind

It wasn't supposed to come to the pain that
I'm now about to experience
This questions being raised again

Slowly beginning to dawn upon me
Stiff fingers reaching like leaves

But where to reach, what will help?
Like a hit to the head, doesn't hurt only goes numb

Drifting to a healing place, drifting to hell
Swallow by the sensation of it all
Taken by the ripples of the emotions
Sense your beast to come
Make ready yourself

This has been dealt before, see me now
I will stand as a stronger one again

Do not mistake this as a weakness, i will beat you
Again
Only on the inside

But where to reach, what will help?
Like a hit to the head, doesn't hurt only goes numb

Drifting to a healing place, drifting to hell
Swallow by the sensation of it all
Taken by the ripples of the emotions
Sense your beast to come
Make ready yourself