Bit by bit, the years go by
Moments fade, each in its own tide,
I have known fate and tasted of its blade,
Rust against the blood on my tongue,
Walking on the thin spire of my dreams
My feet tread heavy, blistered and beat
In a single naked moment of insanity,
This world has reigned in my very spirit
And raked right through my soul,
For I know not happiness,
or misery even,
But bit through my heart,
And turned it to stone.
Living for the last, committed to die,
Where did it go? Where do I hide?
Moments fade, each in its own tide,
I have known fate and tasted of its blade,
Rust against the blood on my tongue,
Walking on the thin spire of my dreams
My feet tread heavy, blistered and beat
In a single naked moment of insanity,
This world has reigned in my very spirit
And raked right through my soul,
For I know not happiness,
or misery even,
But bit through my heart,
And turned it to stone.
Living for the last, committed to die,
Where did it go? Where do I hide?
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