Crawling through the clawing, sucking mire of defeat Ever upward, ascending to unattainable heights Towards the self I see it at the apex - triumphant and calm
With every pace, I slip back two more But still I climb with aching muscles
Below, the gloom is warmed by the dazzling fires of apathy
And the masses pass me by, fleeing the self on shambling limbs Descending towards the lights
Their faces merged into a rictus of vacant, asinine contentedness
And I'm tempted to join them I confess in moments of weakness and despair, I've let myself slip back, towards the warmth
Some stop to converse, but their tongue is as alien to me as the screeching of the crow
They are politely oblivious to the bloodied, soiled carcass That I drag behind me with a taut golden line
Yet still they leave gladdened, ever towards the lights And I continue upward
My dragging body becomes heavy as the detritus builds up
If only I had the will to severe that golden cable, to float at ease toward the self
But I lack the courage That is my burdenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
