Dying Art

I am but, a relic of a dying art
I feel the age in my bones
Shifting the tides for a darker tomorrow
A place to call home

I look to find,
Not a single regret in my heart
Remorse is not my fancy
I am a relic of a dying art

I am the one you never see
Even though I stand in your way
I am what you can never be
Efficiency in its golden day

When you finally notice me
I'll make you wish I was never there
All you have to do now
Is kneel before me to say a prayer

You know you had me from the start...
And now I have to think of where to begin
I am a relic of a dying art
I'll break you apart and put you together again.