Vagabond by Born Low Lyrics

Torn from the womb
Thrust into life
Cheating the game, chasing the flames
Hiding from true inner sight

In the streets, dosed, left, to the night
You are their dog, dog in the fight
They feed, your need, fit into the mold

Losing your place, passing through (living in) shrinking space

Flashback to conversations you had with yourself
Thinking maybe you should fold on the hand you're dealt
What's the fallout? What will they say?
From your demons, can't walk away

You gotta a price to pay
(Maybe another day)

Choice to fold
(World too damn cold)
Dig, deep, down
Straight through your soul
Fear instilled, empty shell
Take a taste, biting cold

Breathe life into a barrеn mind
You're just a mortal man running short on time

You’re just a mortal man