Uhtred

Lying to the moon, making like you'll be just fine in the end

Lesser world consumed. How'd we fall back into this pit?

This isn't real, your gardens left in flames. This isn't real; heaven is calling our names

But I am fucking finite. I am finite

Lying to the moon, making like you'll be just fine in the end. Lesser world consumed How Did we fall back here?

They say eyes can tell the truth – so what do the speak of me? Imprisoned by our guilt, I Can hear the king's apathy. We're dancing in the wind, picking glass from our knees They say eyes can tell the truth. That explains why I can't see

I am the enemy. I am the enemy. I'm falling to pieces with your name still ringing in my Ear. I can't seem to let go until after we disappear

Drank the blood from the chalice, with poison on the rim. I made myself sick but I swore I'd never be like him

Trapped by the roots of a dying tree. You planted the seed, you son of a bitch