Maybe – half•alive
Feel the weight, fill the space in the void of my own time.
I’m surrounded in pain passed down through my bloodline.
I have tried to escape from the maze but it’s no use.
These chains never break, never budge, never come loose.
Story’s over,
Story’s over.
Standing still and it feels like I’m lost in a coal mine.
Inside, realize I’m at war in my own mind.
It’s a place fear creates, I’ll be here for a long time.
And you don’t know where I’ve been, you weren’t there on the front lines.