Can't sleep 'cause I know this feeling

From a part of the mind I forgot

Scale the earth and sea to prove an ancient tale

For a part of the mind I replaced

I can't sleep 'cause I know this feeling

What it is I fear it won't last

A dead soul keeps itself in a wooden cage

And his mind will never be the same

Cut from the earth

I see myself dejected from the core

And seeming alone

The perilous one

Walks himself alone to the front

Filling the role that

Others wrote

And filled with a mind of lead he marches all alone

Each step hoping to please the ones who took his mind

Making him an object

All alone

You see the hate corrupting away what remains of his mind

Perilous one

Take yourself and see your face as I do

Can you see the kings for what they were

Men enriched by taking what was once the earth's

And who's to say the difference of the objects to you and I

Reflection

See yourself as a

Mark to the minds

Of who made you what you are

Was it worth your world

To finish some lives to satisfy you hunger for a circle

Choosing yourself over others as a virtue

I regret to say this mind was mine

Corrupted away for a lie

But still he follows

Cut from the earth

He sees himself dejected from the core

And watching alone the

Perilous one

Finally sees his face without a fog, as it was

I'm leaving these forms all behind

Objects do not control my life

The reasonings and explanations have expired

Ground to dust our motives leading most our morals to the distance