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.
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