The ideal for the practical

The exchange: freedom for truth

The path you set out on...

Someone will finish it

But it will not be you

(Why don't you fly? Why aren't you alive?)



'Cause you're a Dead Duck

You dug the hole that you've fallen into

Your lost hopes and Broken Dreams



Fallen away, should have fallen asleep

Dark is your path, can't see what stumbles your feet

Seduced by the times you who once were an heir

Our joys should all be doubled and our trials be shared

(If I saw you cry, would you too want me to die?)



You are not alone it seems