Take my soul, take what's here
Leave my mind in the empty fear
Of whether living a lie is better than just to die
Neither vision has ever been so fucking clear
To exist as a corpse. Or to wake up cold
I made no promise nor have been reassured
Inherent emotion knows what I long for
These years alone, as a dying race
Is this freedom? This emptiness we face
I won't stand, to be less of a man, just to claim this common embrace
If I'm alone, then I know, my odds are as low as they'll ever be
Will you live and let live, or am I condemned
As a fool or a liar, unless I pretend
To fit my life into a shell, what if this is hell
That I've never been convinced of?
To exist as a corpse. Or to wake up cold
No promise, never assured
Inherent emotion knows what I long for
These years alone, as a dying race
Is this freedom? This emptiness we face
I will not stand, and be less of a man, just to claim this common embrace
No, if i'm alone then I know my odds are as low as they'll ever be
Then I know my odds are as low as ever
If It makes me pure... you fucking coward
If it sets me straight... fool
If It makes me pure... you fucking coward
Set me straight
If it makes me pure, if it sets me straight
Or if it swaps away, all this love for hate
I will be a better soul, that I know
Than to live life on a broken throne
Broken Throne
Fuck!
Broken Throne