The Travelers, Pt. 2

My body's broken, no words are spoken

Am I finally at the end?

This conflagration

Is my contagion

Holds me down, yet again

Maybe life is nothing more

Than a curse inside the blessed

I will fight this bloody war

With every strangled breath

I'm on my own

I'm on my own

I don't need a conscience

I don't need to feel

I don't need these weary eyes

Tell me what I know is real

I don't need anybody

To tell me who I am

Blame it on the broken heart

I'm falling apart again