These are the tools at hand
and this is what you came for.
So rest your faith on some
solemn note.
When I give up on you it's not me being callous.
Send me a letter, tell me
how it's going.
Just stay the fuck away from me, until you reach
some understanding,
I give up.
The first one is the worst one,
took all I thought I ever had.
Well, maybe it's supposed to hurt some, but I can face it knowing;
That after all this there will be some kind of prize to find,
but I'm not the man to chance it anymore.
I spent a lifetime being locked up
in expectancy
dreaming of truce.
Without these chains and iron mask to drag me down
through veils of bone and bloodline
I can see the lie
It's up to you now
completion of this
eyes staring blindly
back at nothing
So this is where it ends, your promises mean nothing.
I will leave you here to die.
Alone.
A pale shadow of what was once.