

Prompt / Lyrics
Wishful thinking for inclination Towards better days Whilst walking this plateau Level land is all I see and Only way off is a plummet Hundreds of feet to the ground Stuck in this limbo Between better and worse Between dying to live And living to die My map shows a way off But it’s hundreds of feet above Wishful thinking for inclination Goes unheard and I’m stuck Always starring at what could be I fail to get the higher ground Life beat me it throws rocks Uncovered they pelt me Bleeding now life drinks Blood in celebration Success in torture and torment I’ve got stone blocks for feet So much energy is exerted To make a single step But I barley move ahead The wind blows against my face No matter which way I turn Every step is followed by An immerse focus on balance My map shows a way off But it’s hundreds of feet above Wishful thinking for inclination Goes unheard and I’m stuck Always starring at what could be I fail to get the higher ground Life beat me it throws rocks Uncovered they pelt me Bleeding now life drinks Blood in celebration Success in torture and torment The suns warmth reminds me That there’s hope left for me Though the heat will burn me I’ll believe there’s hope left for me There’s hope left for me There’s hope left for me There’s hope left for me There’s hope left for me As life casts stones at my face I’ll continue to turn the other cheek I’ll prove that I’m really alive And that I have control of my life
Tags
Metalcore
4:00
No
8/17/2025