Perhaps I'm the only one here
Keeping this wind at bay
Seeing all
Being all
Listening to the
Wicked hands of time
Watching the train roll through
That drifting steam

But press on where half minds
Break open like the catacombs
All drenched in misery
A wretched life to live without love
Emotions of absolute uncertainty

I have this life
And you have yours
I get tired and
I get weary
It seems hard
Embracing every minute
Sometimes it feels
Like I've already seen it

Seen every twisted beach
Counted every star
I heard that storm before
She comes in like a thief
Draped in a cape like black ink
I don't have time to think
Or even wink

Heat of the heart
Every battle fought is
Neither lost or won

Now as the wheels are in spin
Minds meander toward a flickering screen
Obsessing over their own routine
Living for no one but themselves
Making sure to be straight
Thinking of that golden pearly gate
Hope the soul is not tied down
"This is not the place for advice"
The man in white says
Holding his holy roller dice

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That weight
Do you feel it?
Ticking like a clock
Those crashing rocks
Clatter as the scatter of sound
Echoes in an empty monastery
Like the list of my lost memories