Symphorce Slowdown
Look into a face of ademon
That changes from day to day
Nothing's as pure as good
Except your will to stay
Hear your voice, standing before you
Just a child inside a man,
With a better view
Can't remmeber but my name
Brave new world a prison cell
So confused, doin' alle the same
Promised land has turned hell
Some war their bruises on their skin
Others hide their scars deep within
Through all these years when you slow down
Sometimes you need to walk alone
Looking for something you call home!
