Time is wearing down my fight. My determination. Dividing in my head. This degeneration cull. It's my definition. Recalling all I am. Where I begin. .
Did anyone survive?. I swear I heard your voice beyond this side. Does anyone still try?. Does anyone still hope to set their eyes beyond this place?.
These quiet words, they carry me away. Returning. They keep coming back. In idle thoughts and hollow cutaways. Disarm me. No will to attack. . Though the sorrow and fear they may depart you today.
I'm not your gateway. I'm not your prodigal son. I am the vile lesser-than. Just who do you think I am?. . I'm not your standard. I'm not your vision divine.
Where does your allegiance lie?. In failing hearts and idle hands. What corrupted eyes. To heed the certainty of man. You fail me. I never was my final word.
Go!. Tell me your misery. Give us the antidote. I heard the voice of change. Behind a vacant note. . All this tearing apart. Without a reform. Call it what you will.