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
clways 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
cdrift and alone
Darkness won't take me
I belong with decay
Loneliness will guide me
Clinging on to 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