Soaring away, what could I provide Do you not perceive Of my dying inside Are you so naive To believe I'm alive Or that skeleton keys Could unlock what I hide
In the cellars of cold, Dark, abysses bereft Of the soul I have sold For recompense left To steal my heart gold In a present-tense theft Of the treasures I hold
In troves now discarded By knightly assails Of princesses guarded Beneath my chain mails In armor regarded As legendary scales Of dragons bombarded
By dreadnought regret In a galleon remorse Oceanic lament On my rocking seahorse Capsizing I've sent Myself drifting off course Until I can forget
The lies I have tasted Seduced by desire The lives I have wasted Consumed by the ire Until I embraced it My funeral pyre Reborn to melt faces