Endless Journey

when i made it to the top of the hill

i never knew what it all meant

because it didn't matter

it never mattered where the path lead

it was cold yet the breeze made me ignite

run the ignition, man-made

to put up a fight

when i made it to the top of the hill

i thought i'd reached the ending point

until the shadows illuminated my eyesight

back to the ground where i came from

i fled to the hills

through the stormy-iced bracken

until my body dismantled

you can only leave this place

if you fight this losing battle

there is no path 

except into the unknown

a corpse lying in the fields

it was you that left

i understand this now

- the hill is non-existent