| Fading from the scene losing lightness, losing me
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| Heavy gravity, losing time so passively
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| Paper shackles, empty words, never written
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| Always yearns
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| So I slowly let it go, let the fire fade to glow
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| Never let my feelings show
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| I’m in the center the sun, burning out the weakest parts
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| Fade to black this bleeding heart
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| Am I forged or am I broken to the core?
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| Can I leave if I can’t even find the door?
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| Can you see me through my apathy?
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| I am standing by the sunless sea
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| I don’t need someone to bury me
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| Still alive and singing silently
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| Sleeping through my days, sinking farther
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| Feats of clay
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| Daylight, dream awake, underground and so opaque
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| Below me lies my fate, hollow future, heavy weight
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| Hide inside my head, think what is unsaid
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| Leave the willingness instead
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| I’m in the center the sun, burning out the weakest parts
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| Fade to black this bleeding heart
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| Am I forged or am I broken to the core?
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| Can I leave if I can’t even find the door?
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| Can you see me through my apathy?
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| I am standing by the sunless sea
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| I don’t need someone to bury me
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| Still alive and singing silently
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| Colorless, failing leaves through the cracked doorway
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| Soulless and flailing leaves through the floor
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| Consciousness craving calls for the cold crying
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| Building and breaking, rebirth and dying
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| Can you see me through my apathy?
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| I am standing on the sunlit sea
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| I don’t need someone to bury me
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| Still alive and singing! |