Bullets crossing the air
Like a prelude of days in the future
Dived thoughts on regret
Guts still fresh for the vultures
Waking up in hell
A vision stranger than fiction
Day after day in suffering
Coursed by own betrayak from within
(away from within)

Betrayed by own mind, betrayed by own eyes
Bravery inside, turns to fright
A mortal swamp that came from a safe ground

Cutting thoughts like knives
Burning wounds that never get heal
Tasting bitter the pride
Rotten guts for the worms
Did it really happen?
That vision stranger than fiction
Day after day i've suffered
Coursing my soul betrayed from within
(away from within)