Suffering The Tyrants

Crawling down the road of life another hopeless epoch Gruesome soul numbness People stare, do they known a firm fist of misery I am suffering the tyrants Every gesture is a malicious attack But it shall not coincide with the Lion's downfall There are no tears Nowhere to channel the anger No feeling of guilt How can they feast upon the Lion without knowing? Nowhere to leave the pain ...He will eventually rise again Hunt him down (when He is at his weakest) Tempt him down (on His knees if you can) Stronger than all (so it's futile) All there is left (right now) is personal pride Enough to return with rays of light