Текст The Parallel – Endeavours

All this time, It had been right in front of me
Close enough to see but just out of reach
Will my works help obtain my peace or will they be the death of me?
Cause I’ve had visions of this world

Every night I lay awake, relapsing into the same fucking state
I tried to grow out of my shell
It’s like this four god damn walls have become my cell

The ghosts of my past have been weighing me down
The ghosts of my past have been weighing me down

Even though I’m struggling to keep up
I’m not beat yet, I’m not beat yet
I’m clinging on (clinging on) to this so called «hope»
I’m clinging on (clinging on) I’m clinging on

I’m struggling to keep up, but I’ll find my way
My way back home, I won’t give up

It’s always been hard to move on, with your head in the ground
Six feet down
I’ve dug my own fucking grave

And all this time I’d been born under a sun of attrition
And I’ve been waiting for myself to begin a new endeavour

I’ve had visions of this world
A place where I could be set free of all this hatred, all this guilt
It all comes crashing around me

I’ve been waiting for myself to begin a new endeavour