Из альбома: Wearing a Martyr's Crown
I'm sick of this fight
I'm sick of these lies
Entering into solitude
Thorns rising up
Deleterious effect
Enter into futility
Of all we fear, of all we've done. Of all we've seen
Is that wrong message?
We cannot find a meaning
In this endless search
These futile tears are all I have in a time of nee
These futile tears are what cloud my eyes
I'm sick of this fight
I'm sick of these lies
Entering into solitude
These futile tears are what cloud my eyes
It's like a sickness burning deep inside
It's like the flood
It's like the tide
It's like infinity
It's like a door that never shuts
It's like the flood that rises up
Everything I have left (battle-scarred)
This blind hatred growing strong in my veins
These reasons I find
A self motivation to never back down
So leave it behind
And open the doorway to keep you alive
Incomprehensible ideas
Emotions of terror
A redeemer of pain
Damaging my entire soul
These futile tears are all I have in a time of need
Surrounded by this eerie atmosphere
I'm sick of this fight
I'm sick of these lies
Entering into solitude
These futile tears are what cloud my eyes
These futile tears are all I have in a time of need
These futile tears are what cloud my eyes