The day is long,
and the work is hard.
Control me,
till I fall.
Do I want to live,
this destiny?
Or will it get,
the best of me.
I pass the river of seclusion,
to meet a fan of knives.
There’s a fork in the road,
which way should I side?
I long to live a life,
to see this angel.
The angel was the best of me,
until I left her side.
I cross the darkness of the valley,
that is deep inside.
I see the bridge to the Otherside,
which way should I climb?
I long to live a life,
to see this angel.
I see the angel at the gate,
wait for the hate to subside.
The day is long,
and the work is hard.
Control me,
till I fall.
Do I want to live,
this destiny?
Or will it get,
the best of me.
