I am forged
In fires of sorrow
Where they say
No man is an island
The rumor is
Time heals all wounds
So if that's the truth
Then why am I still bleeding?

In the catacombs
I have buried
Emeralds
Trinkets
Treasures
I am completely disconnected
From the politicians
That keep telling me
"No, you're not bleeding"

It's thoughtful of you
In a sense
To become a derelict ship
Lost at sea
Where tomorrow
Is never certain
And yesterday's anchors
Are chained to my feet

But if time heals
All these open wounds
Why am I still bleeding?