At Wit's End

It draws you away prior to the moments you so desire I want this to be over But i can't find nurture to my wounds With someone constantly watching my back It draws you away prior to the moments you so desire Feverish need, nightmares that won't cease And as of now I won't seek nurture to my wounds There are worse ways to leave a piece of yourself to dissolve Some notions are better left without resolve Could you separate the truth from all these lies I must insist that you hear what I have to say for myself And for my selfish visions What you seek has nothing to do with me Leave me be and cease to exist, please Stomped under countless feet I feel the roaming below as the beast appears Tether me to colour and the sound of your fears For a thousand years I cry And after the countless hours I've spent Fighting my faceless foes into a draw So tether me to colour and the sound of your fears For a thousand years So I won't sink into the dampened ground I'll be seeing you where no one know's who you are Slowly turning in to dust I wait, in silence So I have become a being that won't be needed When the wheels are slowing down I let the world pass me by