Stroke

It's not easy to be alone
And having to face the facts
The wrath from the past always returns
And knocks down the weak
Hate seeds the soul
And all that's been done becomes tears

Strong as a stroke

We're eternal slaves of life
Eternal slaves of rage
We're the corrosive acid of fear
Will it all be so hard?
The searches, the falls, nothing is by chance
But what can we do but face reality?

Strong as a stroke

Repeat 1st verse