Long live thy somber sound,
and retreat back for one final round.
Reverse the clock,
and let the time pass as if it never stopped.
Watch me melt like the wax of a candle;
Like play-dough in your hands. Always on the brink of what I cannot handle.
So light the wick, but set me on fire.
I'll burn with these feelings, these hopes and desires.
Though I am unsure if my life's direction is down,
I am very certain that it is to home I am bound.