The silver edge wakes with its siren song, and I know, its calling me for a revisit
Hospital rooms and icy fingers now share me bedside,
and even so close to the callings of Him
I feel myself slipping through thin clouds
Should've known, I'd have to reach the ground at least once more
Because the craving for the inner spirit, still lingers on the tip of my tongue
How long 'til it evaporates with the rest of me?
It seems I'm not allowed to live freely
The chains are getting replaced,
as soon as they find some with strength
to take away all of mine
I swore I was giving up the passion for self-murder
I even threw my weapons away
and placed the book of Him beside me
How long will it last this time?
I wish I knew the answer
But the end is out of my sight
and these glass eyes have returned for another round
Strap me in, it's going to be a bumpy ride
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