Lyrics

The Existential Executioner

So long, I've been here waiting
Entirely anticipating
The goals among my interests
Debating this calloused being
Intrigued and abating
A broken seal to teach the beyond
The shattered bones of which I am so fond
Paralyzed by what I've tried
And then there were more
Fateful and gleaming so innocent
Their essence bleeding in
The iron chair
Relentlessly careening towards
Vacant stares
A sin not worth repeating anymore
Care or not, ive been misleading
All my tattered cloths
Skin soaked and frozen
As the pattern goes
You sew and reap beneath
The setting sun
I can only take a battered soul
Who weeps for no one
To shed a tear, ill meet you here
Something else fills the release
Tempted like the trail of a thief
Letting go of all my beliefs and
What matters most my fears
Are so boastful and
Everyone wants to redeem me
A laughing ghost of
Sickly relievers
You close my eyes
Whispering sweet sighs
Along the rack stretching
And shaking with a better life
Care or not, I've been misleading
All my tattered cloths
Skin soaked and frozen
As the pattern goes
You sew and reap beneath
The setting sun
I only can take with me a battered soul
I'll meet you over there
These years mistaking
Arguments for my own sick demons
You in the chair
Spikes meet you there
Night arrives