Traitor’s Call

So the greatest star coming down the aisle

With gilded years which are far past fleeting

Walking far - mile after mile

But though in brightest light I am falling again

The weirdest dreams in our morals are losing their cure and brawl

To the traitor´s call - That wasn't me

The force of an absence belongs to be

The silent walls - They speak and sing

From the ghost of a man that I never should have been

In times apart who steals my freedom

Won't you take me as I am - but never to blame

And let me summon my darkness to keep me all around

Fire through your empathy with the power I've found

Lift me up to drag you down, just forget the incident

Lift me up when the jaw grinds shut

We coming down the aisle, but maybe you are not

And all of our dreams and morals are losing their cure and fall...