as i stumble and moan in my cage of flesh and bone rays of light make their way
to the window
i quenched my thirst, locked the door, found the place where i belong
i just hope for enough information to wipe away my fear, to make the lines
disappear
petty little shards of life… we’ll be leaving in a minute
tyrant, wave your metal hands to command us 'till we’re rendered powerless
as i go through my box of old memories and hopes there are tales that still
need explanation
i turned the knife in the wound in the hope of learning more; oh i long for
enough information to wipe away my fear, to make the lines disappear
petty little shards of life… we’ll be leaving in a minute
tyrant, wave your metal hands to degrade us and command us
cannot leave the past behind, it restrains us andconstrains us
i don’t have the strength to climb • i don’t know how to let go,
but i will learn.