[Intro - Melodic Cherokee Flute, Slow Lo-Fi Drum Beat, Soft Piano] [Verse 1 - Sorrowful Intimate Vocals] Dragging my feet across the wounded ground Every old mistake coming back around Pain is a teacher that leaves a permanent scar Reminding you of who you really are You bleed in the forest, you hide in the trees Praying for the quiet of the southern breeze. [Pre-Chorus - Warm Analog Bass, Reverse Strings Rising] The tracker is close, but the spirit is strong Enduring the echoes where we went wrong. [Chorus - Heavy Alternative Metal, Emotional Baritone Vocals] On the wounded ground where the shadows fall! Answering the call of the dying wall! Pain is the proof that you're still alive Fighting the battle to somehow survive! [Outro - Soft Flute and Vinyl Crackle Fade] The trail of pain... Leads home.
