My hands are bound with questions
On my knees I seek redemption
from the spoils and toils of modern life
I am immune to decison and cursed with spite

Music is the monofilament of my soul
From it I reach out to other worlds
With it I mend my inner wounds
I can speak out , be loud , and walk alone

Behind me out of site , lies my past
infront of me is the unknown, an open vast
I challenge the heavens to show me the light
I accept the consenquence of my chosen plight