I miss the days my mind would just rest quiet 
My imagination hadn’t turned on me yet 
I used to let my words wax poetic 
But it melted a puddle at my feet now
It is a calcifying crime, it’s tragic
I’ve turned to petrified past life baggage 
I want to disappear and just start over 
So here we are

And I’ll breathe again...

Cause I have sent for a warrior 
From on my knees, make me a Hercules 
I was meant to be a warrior please 
Make me a Hercules

I’ve lost a grip on where I started from 
I wish I’d thought ahead and left a few [bad word] 
I’m on the hunt for who I’ve not yet [bad word] 
But I’d settle for little equilibrium 
There is a war inside my heart gone silent 
Both sides dissatisfied and somewhat violent 
The issue I have now begun to see 
I am the only lonely casualty

This is not the end though...

Cause I have sent for a warrior 
From on my knees, make me a Hercules 
I was meant to be a warrior please 
Make me a Hercules 
Cause I have sent for a warrior 
From on my knees, make me a Hercules 
I was meant to be a warrior please 
Make me a Hercules

This is my darkest hour 
long road has lead me out here 
But I only need turn around to face the light 
And decide flight or fight