The days of glory, those days I would smile and shine in grandeur,
now seem all so far away,
but it could be just the mist of emotion getting in the way...
Either way, truth is sometimes it just feels like, even with that knowledge, even with the odds by one's side...
darkness is growing inside you,
not as evil, because there is no gap for such childish theories here... but just as an unknown fling between trust and deceit.
It seems to me, that the only thing that would make me stand fearless one time,
is now the steel that forms the chains of my weakness.
The philosopher became the hangman of its own principle.
The erudite became the lame blind.
The honest pursuit of the Truth became the plea for dogma.
A dogma that would save one's soul, a canon that would fill every single space, so that darkness can't find a place inside.
It should be enough... Even if only treacherously one shall be happy forevermore.
now seem all so far away,
but it could be just the mist of emotion getting in the way...
Either way, truth is sometimes it just feels like, even with that knowledge, even with the odds by one's side...
darkness is growing inside you,
not as evil, because there is no gap for such childish theories here... but just as an unknown fling between trust and deceit.
It seems to me, that the only thing that would make me stand fearless one time,
is now the steel that forms the chains of my weakness.
The philosopher became the hangman of its own principle.
The erudite became the lame blind.
The honest pursuit of the Truth became the plea for dogma.
A dogma that would save one's soul, a canon that would fill every single space, so that darkness can't find a place inside.
It should be enough... Even if only treacherously one shall be happy forevermore.