i walk a little quicker down desolation st
so my mind cant quite catch up to my feet
my feet do the traveling, my mind sees it all
sees the light through the chinks in the wall
knowledge makes hope, but courage is strong
and i know im not that strong, well, not for long
it was all used up burned at both ends
what is it that i have worth the effort to defend?
with the castle walls felled, the view is clear
theres nothing left, nothing to see here
the halls echo lonely, but there lurks some ghosts
of the people that loved me, that i loved the most
they cant know that now, cos im dead to them too
and my favorite chain to rattle is you.