Ride Into the Storm

Riding into the night, having second thoughts... Sight and motion merging into the shadows... Heading toward the tension surrounding the mind... Being shown the truth of no escape, lost into the night... Living in senses being shown, something behind the light... Why is there no ending for all the fears of life that end with death? Knowing so swiftly we pick up the fight, as we turn and ride tonight... Given motivation and a zest for light, we end our sorrows in the fight... With no end now we sit and feel empty, never giving in, never losing hope... As we ride to our next far off horizon... Our lives are thrown into the unending flurry... Seeking out the cause inside the eye of the storm... As wind and sound are one, the storm rages on... With clarity and focus, we see all memories unfold... Giving into the storm, all of our sins become known... The line is blurred but constantly leading the way... Takes us beyond this shade of grey, making us whole... Here as we stand at the edge of divinity, we ride the storm... Here as we stand at the edge of divinity, we ride the storm... Seeking out the cause inside the eye of the storm... As wind and sound are one, the storm rages on... With clarity and focus, we see all memories unfold... Giving into the storm, all of our sins become known... The line is blurred but constantly leading the way... Takes us beyond this shade of grey, making us whole once more... Here standing at the edge of divinity, we ride the storm tonight... Finding out the cause inside the eye of the storm...