By Design Lyrics

So frail, yet never ending. The dream. Of early, uneasy morning hours. Or so it seems
Glass walls surrounding me – I‘m locked from inside, madly looking for a place to hide

I‘m running out of air, I‘m suffocating
And every single sense in an alarming tension
screams to me:
You’re on the island, there’s a shore.

Wading the night, only saved by the dawn and the morning
Steep is the climb, even steeper the ridge I’ll be falling from
Reckless is my flight as I am driven forward in panic
By coincidence or by design I feel I’m being chased, gasping

I’m ankle-deep in the sea of broken shards and hopes
And as I’m wading onwards I feel my head explode

By coincidence or by design
The flesh is being torn-off my spine