Stroll Of Choice

the open path is cold chilling my spineI reek of lifeif god already died, what am I to do?I understandraped my mind, still I choose blindnarrow paths are mergingshow me how to reach the pattern's endpatterns upon the wind, did you leave us?floating oblivion, they mean nothingthe price of ignorance I have to pay nowthe choice is hardpattern's changing fast my life is fadingdon't read the linesuseless lives are solda universal stroll