Check Your Misfortune - Intronaut

Get rid of what we have

Make room for what we are

Behind our fear

Is always pain

All we stand to gain

All we stand to lose

And in the end

We have to choose

The lurking shadows

On the path

The tepid glow of aftermath

If might-have-beens

Were Kings and Queens

Then we’d have Kingdoms all

Obscure the rise that comes before the fall…

The lurking shadows

On the path

The tepid glow of aftermath