Within Y - Portraying Dead Dreams

The answer echoes out through eternity, and nothing,
NO NOTHING could ever stand alone
A Dead Cold, a man who belived he was a man of virtue,
with loss of vice and perspectives
Sweet relief of bloodshed, seeking chaos,
that keeps you down
You're a follower in a forgotten path
Cause for anything, but control.
Cause for nothing, a senseless breath
Crash through me and burn my soul,
set it ablaze