Where should I go Hill holds his tongue, yellow sand billowed All I could see is a lonely shadow Time passed, only depression is in tow Ideology buried in the ash slowly decayed Suffocating life waits at the end of road The future’s not ours to hold Hard to swallow Escape For something I cannot ever own Uncertainty is the reason why we struggle Cause we are all in our mold Kiss or kill me, till the daybreak shows
