Vagabond - Born Low

Torn from the womb

Thrust into life

Cheating the game, chasing the flames

Hiding from true inner sight

In the streets, dosed, left, to the night

You are their dog, dog in the fight

They feed, your need, fit into the mold

Losing your place, passing through (living in) shrinking space

Flashback to conversations you had with yourself

Thinking maybe you should fold on the hand you’re dealt

What’s the fallout?

What will they say?

From your demons, can’t walk away

You gotta a price to pay

(Maybe another day)

Choice to fold

(World too damn cold)

Dig, deep, down

Straight through your soul

Fear instilled, empty shell

Take a taste, biting cold

Breathe life into a barrn mind

You’re just a mortal man running short on time

You’re just a mortal man