If their was a way to wash the palms i was given
I would ask politely to the god above to sever my soul
All I feel i can do is keep swinging like a pendulum
Not even a shadow of light has flickered in my eyes
The strength to carry on has been fading
I won’t be erased momentarily we are all temporary beings
Life can’t make me bend a knee i can’t be dubbed thee king until i succeed