ceaseless yearning, for a greater past,
searching and searching
with little acknowledgement of how it feels,
they search for her,
chasing that loving feeling that won't last,
memories that can't be repeated,
they see her, amongst every face,
a ghost with no embrace
yearning to be found once again

The bricks that fall
On my bare head,
Remind me of the life
That you and I led,
A striving existence
Of pain and dread,
I’m holding you,
As I bleed to death,

I can’t do this,
I need a free mind,
The shackles that hold me
Whilst you’re still inside,
I’ll destroy myself if I must,
I will not abide,
My existence is mine
And you will not reside,

The bricks that fall
On my bare head,
Once held me up
Where I was misled,
A striving existence
Of pain and dread,
I want the dark,
I want the dark