Torn down to bits
Traipsed for miles and miles
It's coming full circle, this parable of mine
Patience is virtue, death ain't my wish
Endless downward spiral always on the brim
How cold the sun running out of steam?
I blend into chaos, invisible
These ruins of Yore shattered by the winds
Here I find my harbor below the stars
These empty streets I'm bound to walk along
I'm the last one standing, adrift and alone
Darkness won't take me, I belong with decay
Loneliness will guide me, clinging onto grace
How cold the sun running out of steam?
I blend into chaos, invisible
These ruins of Yore shattered by the winds
Here I find my harbor below the stars
