I’ve destroyed a perfect path

Broken by what I could not forget

So I’ll become everything I hate

And I will turn forever in my grave

If we’re born with the burden of a heart we’ll never mend

And we live at the feet of mountains we cannot ascend

And we’ll die with regret for what we wouldn’t let begin

Then I’ll cast my righteous skin and damn what remains

Until the curse is coursing through my veins

And I’ll bloom and breathe, awake to what we’ll never be

Breed disease to tear apart the memory

But I can’t forget to remember

Desolation isn’t real if there’s nothing left to feel

We’re all born bearing the weight of time

We all live clamoring to survive

And we all die longing to feel alive

There is nothing left to feel