words from a distant past
echo throughout my mind
changing me, destroying me

whispers of the dead
pull me under and they have
been doing so for so long,
they have been doing so
i [bad word] from [bad word] with sins stained clearly within my skin
but know i rest absolved,
stand in light without fear

they'd like to think our fate
is set in stone,
but i will build my own path,
with these hands

the words of the wise
will be forever carved
into my skin unless i make something of these last
breaths

words from a distant past
echo throughout my mind
changing me, destroying me

and now i have these wings
i must fly straight and not
surrender to demons chasing me

my fate my destiny
i hold to these like i do my life,
i am the architect of my fate