Something boils within. Survival instincts kickin in. How to find where it began. Clicking tocks and falling sand. Choking the sanity of this desperate man. Hand in hand, with hellish intent, waves of energy burnt and pathways bent. Sitting on the sidelines, as heaven and hell combine. Intertwined like sacramental wine and exaggerated time. No roles content the soul and when it’s villian and victim, it’s real easy to break him.