Feel the storm rise
Don't you hear your body cry?
Listen to your bones break
Look at your muscles bleed
There's no road after here.
Why are you fighting so hard?
They'll live like they never heard
After the pain you will remain sad
Then see that you lost all you had
It's never that serious, Brad
Call it quits, breathe free.
Hold up, what if morning never come?
What if it's still dark at the tunnel end?
What if no fruit is a result of your labor?
What if morning comes and the pain is still there?
What if these are just Dark whispers?