He told me that we'd be okay
that this was how it goes

He never said that this was how we live
I always thought that it would be better

that the days would be filled with sun
the nights with tranquility
and unity

But he and this world had different plans for me

All i can do is prepare for this day

prepare for the next coming storm that fills my life with just cause and will

Are we ready?

Can another one pass through

I wonder if I'm not just getting by on time

The vessel for which i am in the mold of
has cracked under the weight of universal sin

Now it's only me
Can I win?