In cover of a dazzling full moon

I pace in the hall

Rendered harmless by the memory

Of what I used to be

Night's soon over

I dread another sunrise

The pain of knowing

I might have changed the world

I couldn't pass with a compromise

But the healing hand belongs to the living

And I am no longer

The world will go on without me

I'm no longer

When I leave

I'll feel a soft asuagement

And with minimal manliness

I'll bow to hail the light

When night's over

I'll sink into oblivion

But still I will remember

I could have changed the world

I couldn't pass with a compromise

'Cause the healing hand belongs to the living

And I am no longer

The world is the same without me

I'm no longer, I'm not

But the healing hand belongs to the living

And I am no longer

The world will go on without me

I'm no longer, I'm no longer

I'm not