Passenger's Hand

Sometimes the ventures can be sobering

Ten thousand horror stories, awaiting you at the door

Coldness, coldness cutting through the veins

Myriad of questions, forever left to hang in the wind

Stop by, make it known

That you are afraid to go

Do you feel the energy or are you heat resistant?

Lately I've come to terms with the fact I need assistance

Angels in my life gave me the signs, I never listened

Grinded teeth, too much of sleep, downsides to growing distant

It was always flowing in the blood of music I escaped with

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