I had a thousand reasons to run away
I had just one to stay, but it carried such weight
And I was a monument to lost beliefs
What is a man, but a miserable pile of secrets and fears?
A coalescence of flaws in a faulty shell?
There were so many reasons to be on my way
But I was one to stay, no matter the cost
Drowning and stalling in delusions of loss
What is a man? Just cells to rot, abstract and inept
Just so much offal clinging like rust
To a series of gears in the clock tower's depths
And somewhere below there's a terrible tone
The sky is blood black with the cracking of stone
And a whispering voice that's been stretched far too long
What is a god? Just a light in the loft shining crooked and soft
Fading fast into pools of tar shattered with jewels
And the dust of millenia falling away
A melancholy plucking of guitars
To herald dawn with lonely arms
To shatter all the pawns and fade
Into the coming, wind-blown day.
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