My Own Hand Was The Instrument Destruction Was Imminent The Pain Of Sorrow

Was Too Much To Bear I Walked Away And You Never Said A Word Punishment

Enough I Hang My Hand I Cannot Look You In The Eye Coming Chaos Engulfs Me

There Was No Warning It Is Never Too Late To Start A New Breaking The Crutch

Of The Passive Nature I Will Seize Salvation That Has Eluded My Grasp Had I

Only Listened I Was In Earshot Whispering Shouting Your Ancient Wisdom My

Mind Changes With Every Breath I Cannot Deny This Burning Sensation That

Comes With Understanding Do Now Pass Me By That Was Never Your Way.