Critical Path - Eminence

I can get this odd feeling out of my mind

I can get this vison of disoder out of my head

We don’t know when our time on earth will end

I will breath until my dying day

This empty and sickning feeling won’t to go away

Nothing will deter me.

I’ll walked down to hell

I rushed through the path

Bullet shot out of hate

The feeling was so overwelming

I hated outside into the rain

This empty and sickning feeling won’t to go away

Nothing will deter me.

I’ll walked down to hell

You can try to survive by yourself

You can try to deny by yourself

Now is time to wake up

No panic in the air