The Travellers, Pt. 2
My body's broken, no words spokenAm I finally at the end?This conflagration is my contagionHolds me downYet again
Maybe life is nothing moreThan a curse inside the blessedI will fight this bloody war with every strangled breath
I'm on my ownI'm on my own
I don't need a conscienceI don't need to feelI don't need these weary eyesTell me what I know is real
I don't need anybody to tell me who I amBlame it on the broken heartI'm falling apart again