This is the last time I will struggle   The eyes of a million   Follow each step I take   Walking further into hell      The weak and willing wither under the weight of their own restraint   We hold an ideal of the way it's supposed to be      Every motion creates a canyon left empty   Slowly the path begins to crumble and split      Destruction lurks waiting to fill the void   While the other motions grief and iridescent light      A sense of knowing and divide   This is a choice in which we all relate   This is a choice make up your mind      Following step by step in each of our lives   Eyes always following and watching speaking tongues unknown   Following step by step, I go      It's torn away when I try to hold on      I grab the end of my senses dragging them to reality   And as I see who I am know this is the path to being free      This is the last time I will struggle   The eyes of a million   Follow each step I take   Walking further into hell      The weak and willing wither under the weight of their own restraint   We hold an ideal of the way it's supposed to be   Seemingly perfect like a grid composed of dots