Stumbled from the fog, but I have been here long before – why would I deserve this redemption
My demons swarm down the mountain top, I’ve been here before, I know now more

Rolling fog consumes this vague memory, you can feel me in the mist, you can hear me in your midst
Emotion flowers then sours, I will fade away, nothing more to say

You’re right I’m wrong

Toes pour blood on this holy ground, the inkwells black in a sea of red,
walls too high to climb above, this bug it serves as my only friend