bound

Aware what your fate is, to what you are bound And all that remains is what cries out so loud Are your sinking thoughts in the World\'s dreadful crowd? The tears that will flow… you\'ll forget all about distant memories of a world in rejoice now cloud your black heaven you see, understand, or the hope that our life would be dying without. So you think you can lay down and feel it no more? But the pain is above all, a friend of the past, and live without sense will result it to last, you can try and avoid it, or try to escape, but the presence beyond it is here with its scent, for you are alone, and nobody\'s here, so many yet none, you wish they were near... no! They don\'t know how to live… Can you feel them around when they\'re not at all here? ...oh, to what are we bound?