Enter, the Woods
I wrestle inherited prophecies
But with resentment
I'm terrified of mediocrity
And being dependant
I feel the walls approaching closer now
With my intentions
I'm finding solace in invented vows
And my affliction
Yeah, Yeah
My vices reinforce a governance
Of my volition
Working together to insatiate
Inner ambitions
I thought a thousand times do not give in
To be persistent
Compound the pressures till eventually
You are resistant
Yeah, Yeah
Writer/s: Relative Ways