As I make peace with this lonely attic
And swallow down my darkest thought
I am so tangled, like clinging ivy
Grasping for truth, where there is none
What does it mean, to still be human?
What cruel misdeeds, cannot be undone
By and by rules, may become rumors
Serpentine spoils, no war has ever won
But when the truth reveals
We all know less than nothing, less than nothing
Wreaks a havoc no one knows
And everything underneath
The ground is ever quaking
What I wouldn't give, to hold
Your living, breathing ghost
As I grow younger
Within time's treehouse
Turning to memory
For tainted hope
I am so troubled
By the neglected
Grasping for wrongs
On intervention's road
What does it mean
To still be human?
What cruel misdeeds, cannot be undone
By and by rules
May become rumors
Serpentine spoils, no war has ever won
But when the truth reveals
We all know less than nothing, less than nothing
Wreaks a havoc no one knows
And everything underneath
The ground is ever quaking
What I wouldn't give, to hold
Your living, breathing ghost
What I wouldn't give, to hold
Your living, breathing ghost
As I make peace with
This blurry vision
Framing the future's
Prismatic laws
I am so troubled
By the black magic
Grasping for truth
Our albatross