Relative Ways - Enter, the Woods

I wrestle inherited prophecies
But with resentment
I'm terrified of mediocrity
And being dependant
I feel the walls approaching closer now
With my intentions
I'm finding solace in invented vows
And my affliction

Yeah, Yeah

My vices reinforce a governance
Of my volition
Working together to insatiate
Inner ambitions
I thought a thousand times do not give in
To be persistent
Compound the pressures till eventually
You are resistant

Yeah, Yeah

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