Wish I could tell you all the things in my mind,
swimming in circles, breathing fire.
I lost myself a thousand years ago,
And with time there was no desire to be anything,
I'm satisfied with nothing...
but they don't want that for me
they always want everything.
After all will be said and done,
I'll still mourn for your loss.
I am still young, forever old,
cold and calculating the cost,
evaluating what is left for the lies,
in my truth.. I never asked the price.
now they will enslave me,
take away the air and replace it with chains,
I remember their faces, I do..
but I cannot recall their names,
ghosts and angels,
they tell me..
that my time is near
I hear their blame,
can they not see my pain?
I cannot tread any mountain,
nor I can change the direction of any river,
spring means nothing to snow,
it'll only fall in winter..
to paint my creed
so black and white
so frozen..
I am broken..
yet, I cannot leave
I cannot breathe
if I stop to breathe,
Would I die?
No,
I've done that for a thousand years,
and I'm still more alive than dead
and one day they will whisper my name,
oh, they will scream it in the air
and I will be everywhere,
burning everything to the ground,
for in time they will make a monster,
oh, when my parents will die..
there would be nothing but a thousand years of vengeance,
raining down from my eyes.
and I will forgive no one.