Indistinct truths,
oh how I breathe you in,
fuelling the flame of my obvious mare.
Open my eyes, tell me that what I hear.
Isn't in fact a disguise.
(intermezzo)
Clutching at straws carving your name in my,
am I in fact just your game?
Treading the mill, embers beneath my skin.
I am the whore of your grace.
So many roads I have to take.
Dragging my useless disdain.
Gaze at my throne, pillaged and vague .
This is the end of my days!
Sleepless again, burning for your desire,
feed me the scraps he won't take.
Show me my prize, what I could never taste.
Is he in fact not your king?
So many roads I have to take.
Dragging my useless disdain.
Gaze at my throne, pillaged and vague.
This is the end of my days.
(Guitar solo)
So many roads i have to take.
Dragging my useless disdain.
Gaze at my throne, pillaged and vague.
This is the end of my days.

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