Hand Of Mercy - 16 X 8 Lyrics
Sixteen and eight guided by the hand of frustrationA nervous wreck rose redTongue-tied at the prospect of conversationI tremble at the circumstanceEach ring tells me that I have no chancePersist, persist there's no safety netBut a free fall on your own terms is the only way to getClarity for the journey you've been missing all alongCrush the rhetoric of the voices that said I was wrongThe world won't wait so f**k the moldThere are stories to be made and toldI refuse to be the sum of my fearsSixteen and eight have been the best of yearsFaith fading, you're mistaken to think that we're still able to share the same vision nowI've been shunned from your tableBack to basicsThese faces still terrify meBack to basicsF**k you, I'm breaking freeAnd now I'm not aloneThanks to this outlet now I have grown