Take my hand

Come take my hand, stress got my head inside a plastic,

I’m suffocating, I’m on a silent war in my cursed world,

My passions got my faith nagging about my spirit

And my spirit keeps on hunting my faith, sometimes I feel like

Half lion half buffalo, battle of life and death within my soul,

Perhaps I’m not bleeding, you see,

Experiencing a resistance of two forces that share the same river,

Happen to fall in a dark lake of all man’s hearts,

Realised I can’t fight these waters,

Realised I’m no fish, if I sink, know I’m drawing,

If your little cage is worthless without me, come fetch my hand,

If you have ever dived in these mess before, come crap my hand,

Come take my hand, be my angel, I’ll praise you without conditions.