...At The Lowest Point

In compromise and neglect
Redemption of introspect
In vortex of wailing doubt
From a well of confute spout
The truth held in grave stealth
Touched by the dragons breath

Segregated, At the Lowest Point
Locked in a vice snare
Paralyzed, At the Lowest Point
Dormant and impaired

The wretch that struck on your soul
Your scarred pride takes it's toll
Fear of the lasting sorrow
Consequent of what must follow
Break lose through recession
Cast away all submission

Segregated, At the Lowest Point
Locked in a vice snare
Paralyzed, At the Lowest Point
Dormant and impaired

Ridding your mind of contradiction
Rescind and delete the rejection
Revolt upon the condescending
Rightfully your life's impending

Fearful of what is not known
The real ego can't be shown
In blackness myself must hide
Naught to show the darker side
Fear is strong and will arise
Shattered soul in disguise

Segregated, At the Lowest Point
Locked in a vice snare
Paralyzed, At the Lowest Point
Dormant and impaired