Become what you were born to be
That will be your destiny.
Be influenced by the things in your life
Leaving scars on your mind like a mental knife.
Growing up as a lover and hater,
Become part of things as a hero or traitor.
Seasons are changing and time is running out,
until you have to face him, creeping without a sound.
It was a long, hard road that you had to go
Now it´s gotten easier, but you still think so.
Remembering moments, situations and things you´ve done
But the only thing that you will keep in the end is none
Just the taste and the rythm of life and death
And the little things that lie beneath.
During your life, you´ve been a slave
But now you break your chains
And take your expierience and secrets to the grave.
