This is the last time I will struggle

The eyes of a million

Follow each step I take

Walking further into hell



The weak and willing wither under the weight of their own restraint

We hold an ideal of the way it's supposed to be



Every motion creates a canyon left empty

Slowly the path begins to crumble and split



Destruction lurks waiting to fill the void

While the other motions grief and iridescent light



A sense of knowing and divide

This is a choice in which we all relate

This is a choice make up your mind



Following step by step in each of our lives

Eyes always following and watching speaking tongues unknown

Following step by step, I go



It's torn away when I try to hold on



I grab the end of my senses dragging them to reality

And as I see who I am know this is the path to being free



This is the last time I will struggle

The eyes of a million

Follow each step I take

Walking further into hell



The weak and willing wither under the weight of their own restraint

We hold an ideal of the way it's supposed to be