Pressed

[Enlil]

Journey from cradle to the grave; clashes heads on with realms of eternal.
It seems the longer we live as mortals; the closer we get to the enferno.

Lord it's hard for me to believe you perceive our deeds with zero tolerance. We're emersed in sin and cant help to be about it a little bit.

Temporary remedies to escape from the fall.
I know that it's wrong, but the right way takes too long.

I try to stay strong; but then I crumble like a b*itch.
With my nose to the wall and my back to the fence.

Since I was small, I had these dreams of being rich.
Seein' a big house with some cars, sittin' clean on some rims.

But now if I don't eat then I starve.
No time to dream tryin' to live.

The nights used to gleam with the stars,
but this life clouded me from it's glints.

Sometimes I get lost in thought so long, I feel like a vagabond distraught since he lost his home.
Torn from the spot he fought so hard to keep all he known his own.

And I wanna give up. Like the sands on the shores of time. To get lost in the drift only to exhist as a myth in the ocean tides