(These dying embers of repressed ambition: I forsake , this crying performance of morality. I leave behind, god may forgive you, but I never will, et in arcadia ego...)
We never really had a chance to build this house
Even when we tried so hard, stone by stone, piece by piece
I've built it in my head, I think I started living there
While what we really had, was turning into dust
It was full of stairs and mirrors and relfections
Like a castle of wishes adorned with deception
"No one has ever came to my door, but I think I thought I saw you try"
"You must find this place in your heart for th eone you love the most"
That is myself
"Why do you say that, you never went this road before"
You made me observe
It was full of stairs and mirrors and relfections
Like a castle of wishes adorned with deception
(Each word, each cut, open wound. I stitch them up, but my scars, will do a lifetime with me...)
I loathe the faith I had
I despise this hope forlorn
Through the ashes of intention
Life is a one man show
I came to the point where happiness is what is left of the willing
I throw a match behind my back
This bouse took years to built
And a moment to burn...
