Vital کے بول

The gentle embrace of death Touches my weary soul I'm closer to the end now Enough despair! I'm whole! Destined to make The right choice My existence A constant struggle Soon I will at last be free Of my chemical burden My consciousness is raised Without society's poison Destined to make The right choice I exist but I have to feel vital Helpless, abandoned, relentless attack Realize my dreams, I can't turn back Always doubting yet indecisive Meandering convictions become so pensive Part of me wants to live I grope for a reason Yet I'll be granted solace Seeming serene... open Destined to make The right choice I exist but I have to feel vital