Dissemble

Tempered, malignant throne
Revenant, a hollowed drone
Tempered, malignant throne
Revenant, a hollowed drone

Loss, grief, failed to heal
Searched for a meaning
Foliage surrounds me and I become no better than the dust
I find it hard to keep moving to avoid the impending rust

Who saves me if I choose not to save myself?
Who saves me if I choose not to save myself?

Who saves me if I choose not to save myself?

Wandering, harboring a feeling that I once felt
Wandering, harboring a feeling that I once felt
Wandering, harboring a feeling that I once felt
Wandering, harboring a feeling that I once felt

Anguishing, it follows me closely
Cautiously marking me as hopeless
An endless back and forth with myself
So I run directionless and alone