Inhale - Heretoir

I inhaled the light

Of a thousand suns

To become what I’m

Predestined to be

Now I gaze at the blackened skyline

Shrouding my longing for freedom

While I stand in awe of the void

Cemented by so called free men

A foot in my own grave

My head held high

I’ll try to break these chains

This is my goodbye

Grey structures

Both shelter and the poison in my veins

Will we disrupt this culture?

They say seasons change

They say seasons change