Turn loose the keepers of my grave, they won't get me just yet...
I know now my destiny lies elsewhere, away from the pit.
And depths still unknown, waiting to annihilate my soul.
I now chuckle upon the vastness of my silent misery
And pulled me out, with lake's longingly eyes on me.
Until a distant star let out its peaks, grabbed my hand
But something bigger than the lake has kept me floating
Cold, black water filled my lungs, a long time ago.
And constantly drowning in a long lake of sunken hopes.
Aimlesly drifting from one unobtainable shore to another,
I fed with my own grief and drunk my own despair.
hrough aeons passing by I became friends with my demons,
Turn Loose The Keepers Of My Grave