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.