Critical Path

I can get this odd feeling out of my mind
I can get this vison of disoder out of my head
We don’t know when our time on earth will end
I will breath until my dying day
This empty and sickning feeling won’t to go away
Nothing will deter me. I’ll walked down to hell
I rushed through the path
Bullet shot out of hate
The feeling was so overwelming
I hated outside into the rain
This empty and sickning feeling won’t to go away
Nothing will deter me. I’ll walked down to hell
You can try to survive by yourself
You can try to deny by yourself
Now is time to wake up
No panic in the air