Can you still feel their pain? Or have we forgotten pleasure Try to bleach away the stains Blood left on your treasures
Bury the coins down deep And lock away the guilt While choking on the key My inky guts spilt out
I'm sick on melancholy Numb to what's right or wrong The ship has sailed, behold her glory Sirens wail, so great their song
Stories told by word of mouth Gossip scribbled out a map X marks my heart, 10 paces South Tricked again, fell in the trap
The clash of steel, the smell of smoke Aye, I gouged out his eye again Nay, just another sad bloke Who's plans went awry Captain
As I patched up my face, and dusted my coat A crack in the mirror split across my soul The two parts of myself, the survivor and the ghost Both covered in blood from others we stole.
Our desires can feel so much larger than ourselves, so much more important than the other people around us... and when we lose sight of each other as equals, those desires will wreak havoc on our relationships as we put THINGS and GOALS and STATUS ahead of the people who care about us. Always remember where the path to your heart is, and beware of the pitfalls layed out from our traumatic pasts.