When the world has me surrounded I defend myself with sound my mind turns square and round my reaction, I will try to make profound
But then my clique gets affected to my mind they try to reflect what they see as right in retrospect but, in turn, we lose the platform which gave us sense
And if my shield of sound is close to broken I will be bound to make choice - to raise sword or run and I won’t do the latter regardless of moon or sun so i’m sorry that it must be done - we must become undone
Oh, lonesome, won’t you find somewhere to fit? a nomad, forsaken by all only I can take your fall you know me - your Soul
No, please, stay with me, or I can’t ever turn to be the one they deserve to see the one I imagined with glee. Stay with me, I endlessly plea
You and Blood forge me, You and Blood force me to see to living even in the coldest night because, for you, it is worth the most worthless fight
So will you back me in the fight against Misinterpreted, Misunderstood, Mistook? If you can speak then you must be sole to listen. Do you tend to my cry, friend who will try?