Breakin the back that i've been givin

feedin the mouths that I have made

teachin my brain's what keeps me living

take back from those who stole my pay

selling myself but not my soul

one honest mans internal fight

steer clear of the falls eyes on the goal

make through the path that leads my might

Feels like I'm coming closer with death

Feels like I'm fighting a long hard winter

and my existance is set

I might be killing myself but I

Feed Off The Strife

You know it's harder than hell, still I

Seek out the Right

so many tolls upon this road

days when I feel I'll throw the match

zero beliefs in tales of gold

drownin in seas escape through hatch

selling myself but not my soul

one honest's man internal fight