Quiet rage fills me up
Contemptuous voices won't leave me alone
Can't escape,
can't give up
Stillness, silence,
cold
and stark
I can't relate
anymore
I
can't relate anymore
Going it alone
The burden overtakes my system
The feeling is so strong
The feeling it decays my wisdom
And rots under my bone Like vermin digging out my demons
I know I must be strong
I know that I have no good reason
For I am just a sentimental fool Falling on his own sword
A sentimental fool Falling on his own
Falling on his own sword
Through the desert storm
Wandering
without conviction
With all that I have known
Dust blowing in all directions
And people made of stone Like statues in the Colosseum
I know I must be strong
I know that I have no good reason
For I am just a sentimental
fool
Falling on his own sword
A
sentimental
fool Falling on his own
Falling on his own
sword A sentimental fool
Falling on his own A sentimental fool
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