[Verse 1: Mitch Burgess & Court Walters] My trail paves a narrow road Lit by moments that fade with each step But before me hangs the curtain Wreathing panic 'round my neck Every memory reflecting a shard of sight As the call of the past meets my present The formless features of annihilation Holding me to the abyss [Chorus: Mitch Burgess & Court...Learn More