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Peer the faint horizon

It flickers, through the fog

Of a twisted mind that thinks its seen it all

Looking toward the future

It's always out of reach

The present is not what it seems

I once defied the prophecy

But now I feel the spectre's grip on me

But I'm still willing to bleed

Flying on broken wings

Yes, im still willing to bleed

And I'll fly on broken wings

Chasing an illusion

Facing the fear of life

Chasing an illusion

Racing toward the starting line

I have been the will of kings

Entrenched my heels in sand

I've been beguiled by the jester's sleight of hand

Agony has granted me freedom from my inner voice

I recollect, In disgust of my choices

I've lived for now, ive lived for then

I've failed to see the proof

I've been mocked by god, when my tree bares no fruit.

But im still willing to bleed

Flying on broken wings

Yes, I'm still willing to bleed

And I'll fly on broken wings

Chasing an illusion

Facing the fear of life

Chasing an illusion

Racing toward the starting line

The bone crushing juggernaut of fear

Leaves me immobile, with resentments I hold dear

The bone crushing juggernaut of fear

Is and always will be the final frontier