Nick Phelps
Slave to an unknown master that would be obvious to guess
They walk and walk, They Walk in Chains
To someone other than themselves they wish to confess
Everything to warrant such great Pains
Somewhere within them there is a desire, a hope
But to them hope is a stain upon their clothes
That should be scrubbed clean
Eyes to the clouds, they desperately try to catch an impossible fish
They walk and walk, They Walk in Chains
An illusion of someone who can grant their desired wish
Created out of the sky salvation is what the fish feigns
Resolute in the falseness of their newfound forgiveness
They greet the afterlife with open arms and smiles
But in this place the fact still holds true
They walk and walk, They Walk in Chains