Indistinct truths, Oh how I breathe you in, Fuelling the flame of my obvious mare. Open my eyes, tell me that what I hear. Isn't in fact a disguise. (Intermezzo) Clutching at straws carving your name in my, Am I in fact just your game? Treading the mill, embers beneath my skin. I am the whore of your grace. So many roads I have to take. Dragging my useless disdain. Gaze at my throne, pillaged and vague . This is the end of my days! Sleepless again, burning for your desire, Feed me the scraps he won't take. Show me my prize, what I could never taste. Is he in fact not your king? So many roads I have to take. Dragging my useless disdain. Gaze at my throne, pillaged and vague. This is the end of my days. (Guitar solo) So many roads i have to take. Dragging my useless disdain. Gaze at my throne, pillaged and vague. This is the end of my days.