The Travelers (Pt. 2)
My body's broken
No words are spoken
Am I finally at the end?
This conflagration
Is my contagion
Pulls me down, yet again
Maybe life is nothing more than a curse inside the blessed
I will fight this bloody war with every strangled breath
I'm on my own...
I'm on my own...
I don't need a consciousness
I don't need to feel
I don't need these weary eyes to tell me what I know is real
I don't need anybody to tell me who I am
Blame it on a broken heart— I've fallen apart again