I will build myself a home Out of the cinders and the dust I won't surface for a year I'll drink rainwater from my cup And I will dream a whole new scenery So far from what I love To see myself in dreams just standing Staring at these doors long shut And I will count my fucking blessings That I am even here at all I'll take comfort in each misery I'll cherish each stumble Each fall's a little closer to the beginning To the start of every song That sleeps so silent in your chest That sleeps so silent in your soul And I won't pray for you I won't long for your safe return And I won't pine for you I won't wait to be told to run I will suffocate all notion Of an existence without this I will negate an understanding Between free will and realising That anythig I had ever prayed on That anything I had ever loved Was just the echo of some other That I swore I'd never touch And I will call myself an army And I will call myself a king And I will never love another I won't recall a single thing And I won't pray for you I won't long for your safe return And I won't pine for you I won't wait to be told to run