axe to grind

Lost in the wilderness trying  to find the forest through the trees. I feel something close behind, wacthing, judging my deeds. When i turned to look the only thing i saw was my shadow mocking me.

So with paranoia and anxiaty applied, my minds eye revealed a plot to conquer and divide. But with every step the forest becomes more undefined, and i'm being weighed down by this thorn in my pride. It causes pain that invites memories of my skeletons to come alive.

Lost in the forest the straight and narrow path is hard to find. So i'm using all my defenses to keep my spirit alive. I keep runnung cause there's nowhere left to hide.
What ever's stalking me can't be bargined with or compormised.

Wheel starts spinning, i get an uneasy feeling inside. Smote the stone with steel, sparks begin to fly. From the smoltering ashes another blade will rise, there's no sense denying i'll always have an axe to grind.