Oaths

You ought get some rest

So I'll stop talking, I'll go

And I'll wish you the very best

But how far down does it go?

Beneath the wounds are deeper wounds

I told you so

We danced close to the blade

We cut it off and I stopped and I stood

And I bowed my head and I prayed

To the unseen forces

To wash us clean and please divorce us

From our pain

O wise, mighty waves

What wicked winds have whipped us into shapes

So monstrous and depraved

And what oaths must we take

To be absolved and rendered

Ready and awake

Old friend, I forgot

Your true name, I got confused

And mixed it up with one I was taught

But that sound rang hollow

I never was convinced

You are much more than that

We were born for more than this

You are much more than that

We were born for more than this

You are much more than that

We were born for more than this