Fortified Songtext
von GEL

Trying to see, vision unclear
Distortions persist, we bend and we veer

Different destination than what was first planned
Depleted, but hungry, I forge with my hands

With my hands


Yeah
Yeah, it presses up, pulling me down
The rope retains tightly bound
Self-inflicted fear of the unknown
Shackles gripping tight, pulled off from the throne
From the throne

Hiding from who?
The glare of the world?
Is it a glare or a gaze to behold?

Don′t fucking cower
Stand your ground
Stare right back and be proud