Wings of fire embrace me
Trying to analyze the signs on the wall
Still it means nothing
On the floor, with my head in my hands,
Trying to understand,
But there’s no answers.
There’s no answers.

Maybe, I should have figured it out
Maybe there’s no sense at all
Just an endless path of dreams
Crushed down and destroyed by faith
I’m shouting out your name in my sleep
But you hear nothing

Her beauty, clean as water
Poison my soul
Like a drug, tear apart my existence
I’ll deny, I’ll resist
I’ll survive- exist
Seven days of rain, raining on my shoulders
Should I accept that my throne lies in ruins
I’ll deny, I’ll resist
I’ll survive- exist

Should I accept the punishment
When I’ve done nothing
Should I accept the flattering words
When I never deserved it
Should I accept the clouded sky
When I know – there’s the sun behind it
Should I allow my blood to circulate – when I want it to stop

Her beauty, clean as water
Poison my soul
Like a drug, tear apart my existence
I’ll deny, I’ll resist
I’ll survive- exist
Send days of rain, raining on my shoulders
Should I accept that my throne lies in ruins
I’ll deny, I’ll resist
I’ll survive- exist

I’ll deny, I’ll resist
I’ll survive- exist

Just because there are things I don’t remember,
Doesn’t mean that my actions are meaningless
The world doesn’t just disappear when you close your eyes, does it?

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by Dickinson