Each step you tread conceals a burden you may not measure
Wary of the devils deal,
a pound of pain for an ounce of pleasure

what you give,
you'll recieve,
expect nothing more,
nothing less

But be prepared to lose it all if you dont value what you posess

What is spoken holds no weight
When they dont look you in the eyes
Words can be decieving
But the iris never lies

Look toward to the horizon
But all you'll see is isolation
The dawning sun confirming
Your futile anticipation