Walking through the storm, when everyone’s inside
and you know that step by step
you’ll get closer to the end
it doesn’t really matter which road you take:
they all lead to the same point.
Can you face the truth?
Can I face the truth?
Step by step, moving on.
Moving on, to the still.
Can you imagine, what it’s like?
When the mind that captures your soul
And your sould captures your mind.
Memories are flashbacks of the future
And tears are the drops of the rain
and steps are the sprints to the finish line,
the complete nothingness,
What else could you do?