I have held this is in my hands once before
I will hold it again
I've been wandering among open fields
With nothing to gaze upon but empty horizons
The warmth in my chest is all that I know to be real
Time passes
I feel the heat multiplying
I've been wandering these open fields
With no worthy goal, just chasing the horizon
Limitations set only to be eradicated
I will take what is mine, my drive is only rising
Far too long
Have I existed in a deficit
My perceptions
Are ever-developing, progressive
A man
conditioned to think he's starving can never be fed enough
These residual thoughts,
Are they distant memories from a past life?
The universe is ours,
but we have to take it
I know everything within sight is within my grasp
The will to grip and hold what we desire is the only limiting factor
I have come
To realize my true self has been imprisoned
By society's grasp, held inside this cage
No longer
A man
Conditioned to believe he will never receive enough rest
Has long surrendered the power to use his own hands
Tools with the strength to manifest success
Our memories forever remain
A picture in the water
Our own reflection
Standing in place, just a reflection on the waterway
I lose sight of the guiding light
My vision taken from me
My eyes blinded
No idea the brighter days to come
A deadly force draining my life through the neck
Suffocating in a room of toxic fumes
I have found home in the fire
Find comfort in the rhythm of the anvil strike
A fire that burns bright will hurt a weaker man's eyes
But to one who can hold it, it can be considered a prize
If a balance can be formed with the energies that guide
We can find comfort in the fire
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if this album is anything, its incredibly well rounded.
choosing to step off the gas a little bit in favor of a notably more polished sound.
I dont dig it as much as psycho, but I'd be a liar if I said this is isn't a radical improvement in quality. MyNameIsRedundant