Fence Walker

The stress

It's coming out my chest

The torture and pain it doesn't make sense

Believe with your eyes what you despise

Your silence and inaction meets its demise

Weak minds

So you thought

Try your luck

With your god

Ash to ash, dust to dust

We're all gonna die so we have to fight for something

Though it might be nothing

But it's gotta something

Visions of death

Meet no end

Lying in peace

All to pretend

Ash to ash, dust to dust

We're all gonna die so we have to

Fight for something

Though it might be nothing

But it's gotta be something