Keep pace, troubled feet
I am chasing my ghost through corridors again
Where the dark is boundless
And light is hunted like a hungry mouse
Save face, troubled eyes
Close now, leave tomorrow to the visionaries
Where life has become a race to the graveyard
A place where all the winners finally lose

So, I revel in my own destruction
I am judged by the jury of my own chapped hands
And I stitch wounds that have,
For all intents and purposes, become threadbare

Stay here, faint whisper
Stay within the shadows where I can hear you
Leaps and bounds have been taken
But night won't abandon me like the cowardly sun
Don't fear, faint courage
Rise up, leave lethargy to its hibernation
Clutch tightly to the reasons for your existence
Break skin and bone if it means your survival

But, I revel in my own destruction
I'm judged by the jury of my own squinted eyes
And I stitch wounds that have,
For all intents and purposes, become threadbare