There is not another

There is not another

who holds the ropes that bind us to the sea of unwanted misery

And I cannot fathom

what it was all for but

I think we've concluded that the night leaves us cold and sore

so we welcome the pain and tie down our hope while we

watch it burn and die in the dust

while we turn our heads because we cannot watch

the painful process is just too much to grasp so we just let go and

become an echo of what was once our soul

There is not another

Who leads the way to torment

but makes it feel so rightfully sane but in reality its nothing but a little game

that destroys the little life that's left in this tortured chamber.