Wanderer

I watched you wander in search for something else to call your own.

But just because you roam it doesn't mean that you belong.

Death is the price you'll pay.

When reapers hand reaches your way.

In this life you get what you give.

And you'll reap what you sow.

We all have our cross to bear.

This world is out of control.

We bow heads in shame.

We can't bury the blame.

Living life with one foot in the grave.

Death is the price you'll pay.

When reapers hand reaches your way.

Now the dark has settled it all becomes so clear.

Nothing can fill this void of tears.

I'm a wreck of fear and my blood runs cold.

Cast stones against your house of glass to smash everything it represents.

This fragile facade won't the heaviness of the truth.

Fight the demon inside you.