ALBUM REVIEW: Aviana – Corporation
Released myself from the shackles I helped create.
Released myself from the shackles I helped create.
This is no hell; this is home.
We’ll carry the torches for those who have died.
What’s a life worth living when the future is filled with dread?
Tongue tied in distress, buried in your favourite dress.
Staring into the abyss, asking if I will be missed.
Help me, destiny. I’m begging. I want to break free.
Slipping out of focus.
I’m waiting on a prayer that God will never hear.