In the ashes of the dead,
Ask if honour matters.
There is no sound or movement,
The silence is your answer.
Afraid to let go, But too inclined to stay.
The past it bears a heavy weight, That never goes astray.
And even if I wake, The choices still remain,
Even as my dreams do, A million miles away.
The calling of the void,
Beyond the veil...
A thousand voices travelling down wires,
Spin a thousand tales.
Afraid to let go, But too inclined to stay.
The past it bears a heavy weight, That never goes astray.
And even if I wake, The choices still remain,
Even as my dreams do, A million miles away.
A million miles away.
The call of the void.
For you.
For you.