White Ward - Salt Paradise

These walls beget a homogenous mass
That pushes me away
I hope that yet there is another world
A better place
From a slippery slope, I fall
Trying to reach the peak
Rolling down like a stone
Greedy and never meek

From the deepest caves, I rise
Willing to heal my scars
Tearing down my throat
A forlorn city ghost
At the point of no return
Old hopes are gone
At the point of no return
New virtues are born