Who or what are you? I'd like to know.
Since the vortex of life has started to shifting out of my control.
Your soul is unreachable believe me I've made my tries.
But the agony lingers, lurking within the passage of time
My heart is struck by the roaring thunders of a million rifles.
Brought to me by the war dogs untamed battle cries.
And the boiling rotten blood of society today.
Can't even begin to touch the vortex fiery reign.
So who or what are you my so called friend?
A righteous brother or a savage fiend?
I'd like to take for granted the first of two lines
BUT THE WHITE NOISE AROUND ME KEEPS MAKING ME BLIND.
Yes the plague is existing from deep within and the vortex will eventually devour everything.
But in the ravaged lands somewhere in the dark, we might find the answers to just.... what we are?
