I forge the path that I walk, alone
With my back to the doors of my prison; an open road
That seems endless before me and I found that each day that
I stop the revolving world and inspect the framework
Of my thoughts and motivations that inspire movement.

Each step taken as I breathe deep each sight
and sound entices and taunts me
The fear rises up inside of me panic!
I cannot run or make undone the past; these moments;
The words that were spoken
Each step now heavy; burdened; but I choose to?

Dance with the dead
And with the spirit of freedom burning within
We must dance with the dead
And it's the lessons that lead us inspire our strength.

Embraced in white noise in a coma-like sleep
As the world around me moves in its twists and its turns
As I seem to float along in spirit; in flesh
Above and below connected with the pain.

This narrow path I walk alone
Leads me to cities filled with souls
Lost in the tempest empty ambition fills the streets
Suppressed deception like the cracks
in the foundations of buildings

Shadow meets light like waves crashing and receding each day
As time passes I feel the breathing of crowded streets.

Dance with the dead. (dance with the dead.)
This life without breath (this life without breath)
There's no time for amends (there's no time for amends)
This epitaph I send. (this epitaph I send.)

Dance with the dead
And with the spirit of freedom burning within
We must dance with the dead
And its the lessons that lead us and inspire our strength.

The earth is cracked, the water rises and I could hear them scream
Choking then there was silence of the dead.