The Travelers, Pt. 2
My body's broken, no words spoken
Am I finally at the end?
This conflagration is my contagion
Holds me down
Yeah again
Maybe life is nothing more
Than a curse inside the blessed
I will fight this bloody war with every strength I'll breath
I'm on my own
I'm on my own
I don't need a conscience
I don't need to feel
I don't need these weary eyes
Tell me what I know is real
I don't need anybody to tell me who I am
Blaming on the broken heart
I'm falling apart again