The Path Lyrics

Stifled all discussion,
Squeezed out all hope,
We hate pain, that we gain,
With so called wisdom adjusted
To those promised, empty gifts

I need to come back by grace
I can't do this all alone!

A way out of the past and the haze of loss
It's a small path, a way trough the cross
Just beware of mainstream and other scenes
They use to sow the seeds of disturbing dreams

Controvert conclusions
A heart of glass, a splinter-proof life
Free my life of this
Creator of the heavens and earth
'cause I can't do this all alone

A way out of the past and the haze of loss
It's a small path, a way trough the cross
Just beware of mainstream and other scenes
They use to sow the seeds of disturbing dreams