You said you let it go, all buried and dead

You emptied out your heart

Never let a thought in your head

That opens up the scars

The memories are all that inspire

Severs to your ties

But now the shine is in your eyes

And now I’m leering at your lies

Would say it’s for the best, but you don’t know better

No patience left to test, these souls need a setter!

And there it is

Forget your ill-gotten gains

To see that this is what you missed

Bigger than any one thing that you could suffer

You try to cover, but it continues to stain

No matter what, this blot won’t ever fade away

Divide the faith from fear, and what do I find

But fuel for something more?

In the spite of all that was deemed

As worth the silent war

A reverie, a face for the fact

That fate was never kind

But when the sun is come to rise

It’s only me you’ll recognize

Stood in the vantablack, with nary a martyr

Just try and take it back, I’ll only fight harder!

And could it be

That in the crumbling quakes

You’ll try to see, through the debris

And make a mountain to mull upon your ire?

While under fire, you carve your own feet of clay

No matter what, your “c’est la vie[’s]” naïveté

Here we go

Prolonged in tomorrow's strain

Upon this coat righteous, I wear it tattered, oh I show my hand, and you make of me an enemy

To say no more of what was your latter

Endowed in anomaly

But no, I was never how you thought I’d be

I know what you’re like I still hold it tight

Alas, we’ll be there in time

(Now come and bring it to light)

And there it is

Beget the worthwhile wane

Where I desist, so long ago

To purge the pleasure from pain

And through the weather, to fly forever I make the board mine to break

No matter what, this rook was never meant for play

And so it is

Eclipsing all that you were

From the abyss, you let it out

On that you’ll sit there to stir

And in the quiet, you can’t deride it

Among your wastrel decay

No matter what, what matters now is mine to say

The loom of thought entwined within your heart

Threads through the væin and the damned

Conjoined at the hands

And it winds

And it weaves

All it binds

All it bleeds

Now-