The truth has set free... A sickly embodiment, the thunder that shakes my identity With guilted ink, it rewrites our reality On a stone carved of all my imaginings
Making men once strong weak, in days now dark as night It will never stop until I forget (I forgive) ...until the ink in my blood runs dry And so, my thoughts haunt me: Your last moment's revisiting I stand humbled by the grasp of oblivion In a staggered descent
For what seems like years, Towards the realization of unimaginable solitude And if I could, I'd suffer this myself But the untold truth is that you wouldn't have it any other way No, I will earn this sacrifice. For, you show me what it is to live.
I will claim this uncertainty for myself, and give it a name that it fears. This is the day I abandon truth for the answers I've been searching for... Today, even the stone beneath my feet will be forever forgotten No, I will earn this sacrifice So, let me show you what it is to live.