Текст песни Poison The Well - Obstacle
Poison The Well - Obstacle слова песни
As the weakenedAttempt to standThe cold wind of progressionCauses their downfallTaken what was theirsNow you call it yoursYour thievery justifiedBy legislation and mightThe control of majorityNever ceases to overpowerThe wounded and the unfortunateLeft for dead without a second thoughtLooking deep into a mirrorThe image frightens youWhat you`ve becomeYour own obstacleThe burden placedOn your shouldersCauses guilt to flowThrough a once deadend soulWhich took so muchFrom so many othersOne choice is leftTo take from yourselfWhat they workedSo hard to achieveTaken by your hand of disdainAnd as you realizeThat the mirror doesn`t lieAnd the self you imaginedIs yet another fantasyAns as realization takes it`s tollA cold feeling overwhelms youAnd you`ve becomeYour own