Smyth

Hard to know

Which way to go

Too fast too slow

No one seems to know

Rolling with the vibe

Keeping stride with the tribe

Dont give in to the bribe

No need to subscribe

Hard to slice through the noise

Struggling to find old joys

Unsure whats real and whats toys

Stand your ground maintain your poise

Can't count on anyone to lead

Hope and progress they impede

You can always rely on their greed

Amassing for them while Earth does bleed

Evil incarnate on the ground

An overwhelming crushing sound

Isolation all around

Endless mission always bound

Noone cares about your plight

Can't loose focus keep it tight

Almost there the end in sight

Pushing forward with all your might

Thick darkness envelops all

suddenly feeling weak and small

Still convicted to avenge them all

Over the edge you begin the fall

Edge of the blade

Promises made

Its all been said

Blood runs red