Pathrunner

It's on his breath, he feels the depth and breadth of death in every place

It's on his face

His hands, his mind, not his design to do this

His soul is numb, how'd this become a habit from the godless space?

Time can't erase

His tears can stream, he wants to scream his distress

That was then, this is after

We've made our eyes bleed

And our hearts turn to stone

We keep running the path before us

Hearing 'well done' will be enough

Though innocence may wane behind us

Hearing 'well done' will be enough

Will be enough

The lies, the weight, she lies in wait within this place to suffocate

It's on her face

Her heart, her mind, not her design to feel this

A lucid dream with constant theme while metal gleams her self esteem

The tool they deem

To predicate, manipulate her image

That was then, this is after

We've made our wrists bleed

And our hearts feel alone

We keep running the path before us

Hearing 'well done' will be enough

Though innocence may wane behind us

Hearing 'well done' will be enough

Will be enough

We are the broken

We are the wretched

No longer slaves to our fears

Amazing grace

The sound's been laced on our ears

We are the guiltless

We are redeemed

We who were lost have been found

In righteous blood

Sorrow and love flowed down

We keep running the path before us

Hearing 'well done' will be enough

Though innocence may wane behind us

Hearing 'well done' will be enough

Will be enough