Echoes and Empty Rooms

Do you call it call it making peace, Or do you call it surrender? When you let go of something you swore Always to remember Men speak of light and fire Like jailors clutching lanterns Looking into every cell Into darkness shouting answers "But why do you care, Why do you care?" she says. "Truth is an echo from an empty room." I hate the peace I need I hate it like a cancer They say wither into truth I move madly like a dancer Up and down these corridors Do my footsteps reach your ears? Does that sound, does that sound Sound like victory or failure? And, "Why do you care, Why do you care?" she says. "Truth is an echo from an empty room."