Hand Of Mercy - 16 X 8 lyrics

Sixteen and eight guided by the hand of frustration A nervous wreck rose red Tongue-tied at the prospect of conversation I tremble at the circumstance Each ring tells me that I have no chance Persist, persist there's no safety net But a free fall on your own terms is the only way to get Clarity for the journey you've been missing all along Crush the rhetoric of the voices that said I was wrong The world won't wait so f**k the mold There are stories to be made and told I refuse to be the sum of my fears Sixteen and eight have been the best of years Faith fading, you're mistaken to think that we're still able to share the same vision now I've been shunned from your table Back to basics These faces still terrify me Back to basics F**k you, I'm breaking free And now I'm not alone Thanks to this outlet now I have grown