Crawling down the road of lifenanother hopeless speechnGruesome soul numbnessnPeople stare, do they knownI am suffering the tyrantsnnEvery gesture is a malicious attackna firm fist of miserynBut it shall not coincidenwith the Lion's downfallnnThere are no tearsnNo feeling of guiltnNowhere to channel the angernNowhere to leave the painnnHow can they feast upon the Lion without knowing?n...He will eventually rise againnnHunt him down (when He is at his weakest)nTempt him down (on His knees if you can)nStronger than all (so it's futile)nnAll there is left (right now) is personal pridenEnough to return with rays of light