Songtext von Roaming Through the Entanglements of The Human Consciousness

How many legs would be required to cross all these trails that are laid upon me? To make a choice is to carry a buren That will accompany me until my last sigh Wish I could know them all Wish I wouldn't regret all Attempting to hold on to the last moment to cause my foot another step Just too afraid procced and leave beloved ones past me 'Cause this one coulds make me blood If not make me blind Let there be fate to be my guide For this onde could be my fall Me every own tragedy or perhaps my triumph after all The benefit of a doubt? This body would bear them all if only its mind would let it all go