There is nothing left to hold on to Because I've outlived all my fears All my worldly obligations have been fulfilled No more reasons to remain here
I could live out my days in this familiar cage Content to know these thoughts are mine But after all these years I have no face left to save Just a random collection of lines
I'm burning pages to fill the ink again These flames consume my days This delicate self-medication In only one direction conveys
I could live out my days in this familiar cage Content to know these thoughts are mine But after all these years I have no face left to save Just a random collection of lines And when I break these chains that hold me down They can never be repaired I know reality is distorted through these lenses Will I see it any better once I'm there? Who needs running water, I've got space and time If those two hands pull me forward I'll be fine
All these years of contemplation Seem more distant than a foreign land I see these notes I wrote myself on these four walls In a language I don't understand