Gazing through the night, biding my time,
Feel my body shivering.
Hope they never see me coming.
But, I'm still not sure myself.
Never in my life, through all these strifes,
Doubted my perseverance.
Absolution, the culmination.
How long can I hold my breath?
Pray to God I don't miss this shot.
How long can I hold, hold my breath?
(breath, breath)
I, I will never, never escape,
This old cycle of I break to save, save all to break.
By definition, a slave.
Crave for a redemption out of the perpetual track.
I fight and decimate, bite off, like an ape,
In hope that someday I liberate.
It all comes down.
It all comes down to this one sneak attack.
Sneak attack.
Last shot I've got.
(These thoughts distracting me.)
Shoulders heavy.
Keeps dragging me down.
Just pray to God.
(Push your worries aside.)
Shut your brain down.
Lock on to the crown.
Killing this MF will surely oust the demon residing inside of me.
Without a doubt, it's about time we fought, drove out this absolute SOB.
Even so, all of that's taken from their mouth, not mine.
What if I deviate from this route?
Do I die, or get refined?
Guess it's too late to find out.
The last bullet in my palm of my hand, freezing cold.
Isn't helping me.
Keeps shaking me wild.
Do I keep praying to this God,
Who only requires my sacrifice?
But I see no paradise in sight.
Oh, they went over all of it.
They already knew what was coming.
What was coming of me.
This is a test of time.
To see if I'm the one to get shook to the stomach.
Oh. This is a test of life.
No more option left but to see it through.
Heads up, stay sharp.
Magnify through the snowflakes.