Can I make these nightmares into a true identity
Can I make them into a feeling similiar of a last touch
Here's my voice singing a battle song
I can hear the cemetery calling out my name
I'm the wind that flows through the branches of a dying willow
I am the irony of apathy
I apologize to myself for the bitter wounds of a lonely defeat
And for the battered bones and a bruised fait
I'm sorry
Every hour passed is an hour too late
It's always forever with me
And nothing but words shall burn me
(SHALL BURN ME!)
Beyond insults, beyond the reckoning
(BEYOND THE REGRET! )
Of the fallen demons that were cast to destroy me
They failed to stop me now
You failed to stop me now
I wish to level off here
The thoughts of tommorrow keep me awake
I want to hide the reasons of realization
This is not alright what's going on here
Maybe I should sleep?
And give myself to the mercy of the nightmares
There's no telling what is meant for me
Quiet or loud I need a friend right now
Every hour passed is an hour too late
It's always forever with me
And nothing but words shall burn me
(SHALL BURN ME!)
Beyond insults, beyond the reckoning
(BEYOND THE REGRET!)
Of the demons that were cast to destroy me
They failed to stop me now
You failed to stop me now
The illusions wear off and the heart beats faster
The distraction is lost and I'm left alone with my fears
All that is dear has faded away from memory
And I'm left to square off with the parasites and their nightly attack
And mornings seem to never come fast enough
I want to search for more than just a dying face in the mirror
For all I know
I'm left for dead
I can go without the wating
I rather read the headstone aloud right now
"In the dying moments of a tragic ending, I awake from beyond the vast horizon and into sincere emptyness."
