A blood trail to find your way back home,
Seems like everything you’ve always known,
The song remains the same,
Sometimes things seem so in vain,
What is this thing we call life?
It has got to be more than this constant strife,
Appearing to be in the same position,
Different stage, but firing the same ignition,
I need to find some way to break the mold,
Realizing my growth is the key to break the hold.