Walking through storms, shadow above my head
I am weakend as my spirit recends
Nowhere to go for shelter
the storms shall surely shower me with death
Lies are coated on my bleeding heart
filling me with poison along the way
My soul is in despair as history returns once more
Never free of chains that weight my body
nor free of clutching pain
Dying without a name,
No memory of me will be
Crunch the shells beneath my feet
that I have tiptoed upon for years
Scrape the lies from my heart's shell
Pierce it and let the poison drain
Just don't take the shadow above my head
For it shall be all that's left of me
should tomorrow ever come
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