The dying embers of repressed ambition
I forsake. this crying
Performance of morality
I leave behind. god may forgive you, but I never
Will. et in arcadia ego
We never really had a chance to build this house, even
When we tried so hard. stone by stone
Piece by piece, I've built it in my head
I think I started living there
While what we really had, was turning into dust
It was full of stairs and mirrors and reflections
Like a castle of wishes adorned
With deception... no one has ever came to my door
But I think I thought I saw
You try... "you must find this place in your heart
For the one you love the most"
That is myself
"why do you say that, you never went this road before"
You made me observe
Each word, each cut, open wound
I stitch them up, but my
Scars, will do a lifetime with me
I loathe the faith I had. I despise this hope
Forlorn. through the ashes of intention
Life is a one man show... I came to the
Point, where happiness is what is left of the willing
I throw a match behind
My back. this house took years to built
And a moment to burn