Taking me form the inside out breaking me down without a doubt. I try to find freedom in the simplet of things. But something seems to grab a hold of me it fuels my rage, it feeds my hate as i lay down and wait for somoene to lift me up. A person thats yet to come pushing to surrender myself giving up all of my hope a martyr to the common man lost in the dessert sands. My throat so dry I can not speak as these time trials continue to conpromise me. a list of all promises I couldn't keep continuing to fall into a deeper sleep. A cold sweat wakes me up again leading me right back to where I had begun. I can only say these time trials won't define me