Cylus - Stoic Impression Lyrics

All alone in a dark room lonely
Isolated, somehow so crowded
Hope will find its way through the cloud
Eternal light in the soul we must find
And still I pacify
This weight it breaks my bones
Stoic Impression
Fake mystic die in me
It never weakens
Cry aloud in the open room
No being limited
By ways of a thousand years
Betray tradition
A man
Freed from the chains
Spineless, I feel I have nothing left to give to you
Let go, of the pressures that keep you from being you
Betray tradition
A man
Freed from the chains
I go
I feel I don't have it in me
It's stitched shut
I, I can't control this feeling
The gears march on in the cycle
I break away
Stoic Impression
Fake mystic die in me