my pulse is pounding, i'm weighed down by doubt's persistence. i'm wondering if i'm headed anywhere. i've got no sense of direction, but that's my burden to bare. i've spent my whole life chasing images out on the horizon, but the image i chase is the one that always seems to fade. but you won't see me crumbling under the weight of what i can't escape. now i feel my finger around the trigger, i'm out of touch with the common man. i'm pounding pavement, yeah i'm on a mission to put the world in the palm of my hand. what's the sense in purpose, if i loathe all i see? put my hands up and blot them out, peace is distance from my surroundings. but you won't see me running backwards, or begging for a clean slate. if you spoke to me i'd whisper words so heavy they'd crush your dreams just as quick as they had come to be. because after you've done all that you can, you'll be god d***ed and just stand in the lake of fire.