Story Behind the Song
You want more from life, but you wont get off your sorry ass and do something about it. You're part of the Hive, you're already dead.
Lyrics
People deman the freedon of speech, as a compensation for the freedom of thought, which they seldom use, the hatred repeats, why can't we open the door?
You're dying, you're broken, trapped within
you're dead.
Do not go now where the path may lead, go instead to where there's no path at all, leave a trail behind you carving your peace, a one eyed king in the land of the dark.
we will bask upon your throne, and reflect upon your heart, remember all that was your soul, so you can end and we will start.
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