Focal Point Suffering Of The Masses
4:02 as the world is flooded with black, a fire burns to light a shapeless path the masses cry out and plea for help their voices wring for everyone to hear, and those left raise their voices to say we are few but we are strong behind silent walls I hear their screams I hear them cry out, I hear their screams behind silent walls I hold this life in my hands its head falls back to exhale a last breath what has happened here?
