Born next to the coast, raised on the sand
This what we were told, like a hideous plan
Harder Harder, is all i was ever told
Farther, farther is all i would ever go
if I pushed, even after I couldn't breath
only way to catch my breath was to succeed
so they said, as they picked me off the ground
as a kid, who often hid under a mental shroud
of delusion and fantasy, my time will come
hooligans robbing me, i just cried and run
naive like a child still sucking his thumb
Wishing fate would do what I should have done
One day looked in the mirror,only saw the scars
Went from playing acoustic, to an electric guitar
I knew i was gonna do this, already taken too far
time for Confrontation, no time for hestiation
heart poudin and racin, couldnt think just lacin
the hooks the jabs, went down from a hook
got back up, then at last, his head under my foot
as he whimpered and curled up in agonizing pain
I felt amongst my peers who lived in similar vain
Battles came, some were won, some were lost
Rattles of the chain, i didn't care what the cost
can never face the shame, of surrender of defeat
never stop until the enemies lying before you feet
but through the plunder, was trying to seek harmony
didn't want to harm, but didn't want anyone harm-in-me
they say you should explore the world,see different places
but even one place has a lifetime of different faces
the cycle continues,think i'm caught up in a tide
i was close to shore, but swam to far down a side
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