Mt.Epitychía. - Intellectual

Blood smeared on my hands, a trail stained on the stone

I saw others at the bottom, now I'm climbing all alone

Chest close to the wall, one hand out to reach

Grab the mountain with my claws until I'm standing on the peak

Tears fall off my chin and splatter on the ground

I wonder if I'll slip and have the same journey down

I gotta be cautious, weigh out my options

No going back now, decision is locked in

Veins in my hands, arteries in my head

Popping out like they don't wanna be contained in my flesh

Coach myself like I don't think that I am playing my best

Puffing pretty heavy brеaths through a pain in my chest

Muscles wearing out, thеy've never done this before

Whatever obstacle is next, they are eligible

My head is getting dizzy, it my fall off of my neck

Explode like I dropped a big vegetable

Can't believe I'm alive and I'm still functioning

Powerhouse, warhorse, well oiled machine

Blood boils in streams, ears exhausting the steam

Young boy with a dream is much stronger than he seems

Chop chop like a chef, choo choo like a train

My arms and legs are moving and I'm doubting with my brain

But I will not stop now, I will not fall down

No going back now, my choice is on lock down

Hands cut up, fingers cramped, muscles soar

There has never been a time where I have worked this much before

There's a chance that I live, but the odds say I die

Hot fudge Sunday if I make it up alive

Turns a poor man rich, turns a greedy man dead

Turns a wife to a widow, turns a boy to a man

Turns a winner to a loser or a loser to a winner

It's a killer, it's a friend, it's a means to an end