Fathom Unknown

Still living in better times

An old home things once loved now only

Traced in bleak colors whas this

Serenity only delusion?

The path is locked

And the dead keep it

Must we lose our freedom to learn its value

Or is that freedom something unkown to us

A definition with no translation

Can you know what it is to breath

Before you are born

The path is locked

And the dead keep it

With this constant fear

A remaining suffocation sucking down

To nocturnal oceans blockout this

Pain to reach new depths

Until you surface a fathom unkown

The path is locked

And the dead keep it