These are the tools at hand   and this is what you came for.   So rest your faith on some   solemn note.   When I give up on you it's not me being callous.   Send me a letter, tell me   how it's going.   Just stay the fuck away from me, until you reach   some understanding,   I give up.      The first one is the worst one,   took all I thought I ever had.   Well, maybe it's supposed to hurt some, but I can face it knowing;   That after all this there will be some kind of prize to find,   but I'm not the man to chance it anymore.   I spent a lifetime being locked up   in expectancy   dreaming of truce.      Without these chains and iron mask to drag me down   through veils of bone and bloodline   I can see the lie      It's up to you now   completion of this   eyes staring blindly   back at nothing      So this is where it ends, your promises mean nothing.   I will leave you here to die.   Alone.   A pale shadow of what was once.