From the skies upon the ground
What kind of place could this be
This looks like a place made just for me
Yet it doesn't feel like the perfect sound.
Can't see my back anymore
Like if i'm not having all the fun
Just starting at this lonely sun
Slowly losing my view,i need more.
Suddently a black hit
Lies to the bandana the hit
Keeping blind and lost
That was sure a great cost.
Racking now,up to the skies
Trying to don't fake any lies
I know there's a ladder high enough
But it'll be really tough.
"stacking rungs one by one
May i survive with fine tone"