Bound by the enemy bewitched by a curse,Â
My beacons on the side line watching me get worse.
This avalanche of worry has taken hold of me,
Down by the wayside my beacon has left me.
I found my sorrow in haystacks of pain,
Down by the wayside I dug my own grave.
My heart gets colder the flames are rolling in,
Bound by these shackles from a life of sin.
The light at the end of my tunnel has darkened through,
This strobe lit fortress shows nothing new.