A stark figure stands alone amid open wounds and fractures
Ruins long since overgrown with vines of tales we've shared
Our mutuality, strained by careless infractions
A once brilliant odyssey, abridged forevermore
The foul stench of apathy, of humbled expectations
A quiet calm spills over on me. No longer will dependence govern fortunes told
There's no way that I will disappoint me here, but I'm alone
So I'll shed addictions to my brother, dependencies let slip away
Embrace the long and lonely winter, and thrive throughout the dark decay
Transcend these fears of bitter whispers. Find solace in the uncontrolled
And rise above distracted anger. With or without your lending hand I will not fold
There's no way that I will disappoint me here, but I'm alone
There's no way that I'll betray my trust in me, but I'm alone
If I had bended or broken
I might have folded back inside.
I could have ended up withered.
If I'd accepted your tokens,
Or foolishly feigned contentment,
I might have ended life bitter.
But I grew so tired of wading
Through countless waves of delusion
In the wake of fear
In solitude, satiety
But the night deprives in kind
The ideal that only dawn will find
And the hopes of a little child still pervade my mind
There's no way that I will disappoint me here, but I'm alone
Ruins long since overgrown with vines of tales we've shared
Our mutuality, strained by careless infractions
A once brilliant odyssey, abridged forevermore
The foul stench of apathy, of humbled expectations
A quiet calm spills over on me. No longer will dependence govern fortunes told
There's no way that I will disappoint me here, but I'm alone
So I'll shed addictions to my brother, dependencies let slip away
Embrace the long and lonely winter, and thrive throughout the dark decay
Transcend these fears of bitter whispers. Find solace in the uncontrolled
And rise above distracted anger. With or without your lending hand I will not fold
There's no way that I will disappoint me here, but I'm alone
There's no way that I'll betray my trust in me, but I'm alone
If I had bended or broken
I might have folded back inside.
I could have ended up withered.
If I'd accepted your tokens,
Or foolishly feigned contentment,
I might have ended life bitter.
But I grew so tired of wading
Through countless waves of delusion
In the wake of fear
In solitude, satiety
But the night deprives in kind
The ideal that only dawn will find
And the hopes of a little child still pervade my mind
There's no way that I will disappoint me here, but I'm alone