This tired old heart which beats within,
is slowing down, and giving in
Eyes that once sparkled, now grow dim
Thoughts once pure, now turn grim
Was this ever my world?
Can I ever exist in a land that hates us,
and slits our wrists?
\"I may be lost, but I\'ll be found in a place that
holds no light or sound.\"
Turning now to a place inside...
A place known, by no other than I...
Where the song-bird caged sings in vain,
and light dances mockery around your pain
Where you leave yourself to eternal sleep,
leaving others to the dreams they keep
Black wings, now bound and broken
tales of love and hope unspoken
Voices speak unwritten laws,
as wolves are shorn of all their claws
Skeletal ravens taint red skies,
tracing cloud rifts of silent bled lies
\"I may be lost, but I\'ll be found in a land void of
solid ground.\"
Hiding now to a place inside...
A place known, by no other than I...
Where the serpent crushed cries in vain,
and angels dance around our pain
Where you leave yourself to eternal sleep,
as others leave to the dreams they keep
I fear no death,
I fear no hate,
but lonliness is a monster,
I cannot abate
Time to fade away...
shed this skin another day...
humming a song from someone\' past...
born to die...
and living fast...
\"I may be lost, but i\'ll be found by the broken corpse of the \'king\' you crowned.\"
It\'s the abscence of emptiness,
yet empty of abscence
The only feeling that ever made sense...
To a place known by no other than I...
a place I call, the realm of Skye
How do you break, what\'s already broken?
Destroy it to shards, then create a fine dust
\"Only when you kill me, will you finally earn...
my trust\"
