To every life I ever stole
To walk this ever-sovereign road.
Marking time I've wasted
Bidding on the dreams I've never known.
To the paths that never crossed.
To the hands that were never dealt.
Bid adieu to all the mouths I shut
To keep our ransom.
How could I have ever seen
The sparks in their intentions?
What I would give to commemorate.
To the lonesome and the damned,
A knife to bleed our heart of coal.
Let us not forget where our future lie:
Beyond all grasp of men.
How could I have ever seen
The sparks in their intentions?
What I would give to commemorate.
How could I have ever known
The doubt in their reflections?
The least I can do is pride in myself.
Take me home.
Take me home to where I can hold my own.
Let all lies drain from existence,
Straight out from my salted pores.
Take me home.
Take me home, where my blade will rest in stone.
May my eyes glaze in remission,
And entice in fabrications on my Throne.
Inhale the essence of your hollowed soul.
Keep to the rhythms of trapped redemptions.
Veil your eyes from secreting nuisance.
Hail all whispers from your Throne of Thrones.
How could I have ever seen
The sparks in their intentions?
What I would give to commemorate.
How could I have ever known
The doubt in their reflections?
The least I can do is pride in myself.
Take me home.
Take me home to where I can hold my own.
Let all lies drain from existence,
Straight out from my salted pores.
Take me home.
Take me home, where my blade will rest in stone.
May my eyes glaze in remission,
And entice in fabrications on my Throne of Thrones.