I inhaled the light
Of a thousand suns
To become what I’m
Predestined to be
Now I gaze at the blackened skyline
Shrouding my longing for freedom
While I stand in awe of the void
Cemented by so called free men
A foot in my own grave
My head held high
I’ll try to break these chains
This is my goodbye
Grey structures
Both shelter and the poison in my veins
Will we disrupt this culture?
They say seasons change
They say seasons change