(Cilla)
Sever the ties and cut the rope
No faking holding on to hope
It's time to choose a road
Getting hurt is the key to growth
I ran away, from this noise
To an island of decay
Across the sea I'm isolated
On my throne of dopamine
The world can't hurt me anymore
These walls protect my mind
Make an incision, stare inside
You'll be surprised at what you find
What have I done?
I thought I found peace
Instead I am trapped
In my kingdom of greed
Where are you now?
I don't know if you're there
All I ask is do you care?
About my deep despair
What is the course of action?
When reality splits in fractions?
When everything you thought you knew
Comes down within your bastion?
Sever the ties and cut the rope
No faking holding on to hope
It's time to choose a road
Getting hurt is the key to growth
The scent of pine
It takes me back
To nights of passion
My senses crash
My memory's held captive
To a spectre of this past
Just thinking of you
And the grave of our failures
Our love never bloomed
It became a fossil
Filling this tomb
With everything awful
Just thankful it was possible
Just thankful it was possible
Can healing soon be found
When my feelings make me bound
Is there a hand at the end of the road
That'll pull me out of the ground
Alone I am lost
In my counsel of thoughts
That tempt me with
All of power and gloss
I'm cowering, mocked
By an hourly clock
That ticks away
As I count all I've sought
What have I done?
I thought I found peace
Instead I am trapped
In my kingdom of greed
Where are you now?
I don't know if you're there
All I ask is do you care?
About my deep despair
What is the course of action?
When reality splits in fractions?
When everything you thought you knew
Comes down within your bastion?
(אֶהְיֶה אֲשֶׁר אֶהְיֶה)
Cilla.
Leave.
Trust Me.
(Cilla)
Trapped on an island
Full of fear on an island
I've got to leave this island