Sleeping child, my bleeding vial With twisted wings we learn to fly Growing still while prophets scorned By tainted sun a shadow born Holding the wind at my will Yet peace in dreams eludes me still Sleeping child, my bleeding vile In knowing life I've learned to die
Flooding my flesh with feeling Haunting the touch receiving Bearing belief I'm breathing Led by the skin I'm leaving Stealing a sinner's silence Conscience or fate decides us Watch 'til my will is worn Silent and near torn
The watcher I am My life became when yours began The watcher I stand The slave myself The fire burning home I am
They say they'll only take the time What right is theirs to claim what's mine? I have deceived, believed, betrayed I've tamed the flame, not stepped away This overflow I understand The meaning aching through my hands But letting go's not giving in The reason breaking from my skin
This martyr froze, in scenes of gold The perfect flaw that haunts my soul
The watcher I am My life became when yours began The watcher I stand The slave myself The fire burning home I am
Feeling home, escaping The pilgrim running scared Into the bleakest autumn Catching rain inside The shell he's crawled into His life grown smaller Living without walls Mirroring his demons The revelation scars Itself into his being How far must we be To feel too far away?
Tracing the lines Marking the memories Hidden so dutifully By the mask that's been forced down on me Is this all I am? Is this all that we can be? Is this all that you can see? My one now born to three
The Watcher, in life I am The Watcher, The slave myself The fire burning home I am The Watcher, in life I am The Watcher, the slave myself The fire burning home I amTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
