Lyrics Advance - Black Therapy

Advance

I breathe the same air, not taking care of myself
Forced to walk on a cutting edge, the balance is lacking
With precarious gait, and the usual spirits are always around
Stare a point and go straight, head on the horizon
Bite the bullet and feed yourself with what you find
The more you go on the more things you’ll have to protect
The more you advance the more the spirits will rage
Whispering voices call my name but I don’t care
Between wrath and anguish, between sadness and spleen
When the will leaves you and the sight tarnishes
When the strength seizes up, when the glaze go down
Beyond the clouds, you glimpse the origin
From which you escaped and that you regret
It’s the place where the enemy reigns
The only one where you can hope to cohabit
When you’ll be teared to shreds, the spirits will subside
Choose between a slow agony or an endless sporadic sharp pain