Well you do know

That silence is the backbone to our living

And that I find my freedom wrapped around,

Every word that has ever been sneezed aloud

 

I sink between the lines that birth me

I was wrong to not believe

That love too is a battlefield

With shadows that hold eyes, drunken with egos

Yet, we must continue living towards the ends

If there’s anything like that, if the end truly exist

 

But I hope you do know

There is no final dance

There is no feasting on my eyes again

There is no end to this spellbinding road.