Skipping through relapse

So here’s a beat that keeps flipping
Skipping through relapse
Words I see
Cold as ice some might say
This world we live was not even the same
Twenty years ago we wouldn’t have the same problems
So ask yourself
Who wants to live a life without a god?
Darkness shrouds my road
Where do I go when the road goes left to my right is a forest?
Of broken dreams
Forget to answer questions
Leave my insight upon this road
Do I turn back and follow the path
Because that’s the only place where I know is sane
I can’t regret my problems
If I recent where is the room for work bench to sit
With my hands I fix my insight
Ill builds a new road
With blood and concrete