The Travelers, Pt. 2

My body's broken

No words are spoken

Am I finally at the end?

This conflagration is my contagion

Pulls me down yet again



Maybe life is nothing more than a curse inside the blessed

And I will fight this bloody war with every strangled breath

I'm on my own, I'm on my own



I don't need a conscience, I don't need to feel

I don't need these weary eyes to tell me what I know is real

I don't need anybody to tell me who I am

Blame it on a broken heart, I've fallen apart again