the light is no longer flickering
and when the sickness enters,
total blindness
self-consuming and pitch black
and when all's gone dark, I hear it calling
in a memory I would rather forget
haunting every hour of restless sleep
recoil back into my shame
falling faster and praying for wings of grace
I can't smell smoke without seeing that face
no release, I am chained in the corner
I forged each link in flame
living out a sentence of my worst fears
I feel so weak, like I'm wasting my best years
trapped inside the lies of a coward
there must be something more than this
there must be something more than this
