Dark Subterfuge
I’m not the same person that I was
when I was young and the world was all for me.
I was a champion of love
for all and each I lay my eyes upon.
Dark subterfuge
marks my ghost.
Dark subterfuge
tickles my corpse.
Dark subterfuge.
I was a champion of love
and all my dreams were the dreams of innocence.
Dark subterfuge
marks my ghost.
Dark subterfuge
tickles my corpse.
Dark subterfuge.
Damn these wretched bones.
Damn this weary low.
Damn my decrepit mind.
Damn myself all the time.
Damn myself all the time.
And therein lies the constant cause of my trouble:
putting the past on a pristine pedestal
all my life…on a pedestal…all my life.
Damn these wretched bones.
Damn this weary low.
Damn my decrepit mind.
Damn myself all the time.
Damn myself all the time.
That’s not me,
it’s not me,
looking back in the mirror.
Imposter!
Imposter!
Soul-maligned marauder!
I wish you could’ve known me when I was younger,
I wish you could’ve see the boy brandishing thunder.
I wish you could’ve known me when I was younger,
the way i saw the world, my bright-eyed wonder.
That’s not me,
it’s not me,
looking back in the mirror.
Imposter!
Imposter!
Soul-maligned marauder!
I’m not scared to die.
I’m scared of living a lie.
I’m scared of saying goodbye
to all the love I’ve found in my life.
I’m not scared to try.
I’ve been trying all of my life.
I’ve been dying a little each time
with every failed attempt to fly.
These are the days when plans fall through.
These are the days of nothing new.
No one comes around
and the walls they don’t make a sound.
And when all the faces that I meet
look like a thousand other faces I’ve seen before,
I will shut the door.
And when I’ve seen enough of the world
to not want to see it anymore
I’ll be coming home,
but will you pick up the phone?
I know people change,
but that don’t stop the pain
of changing everyday.
Dream of me the same.
Come now don’t dismay,
we will meet again.
To new horizons,
bridge the silence…
…stay.
Tell me where and I will meet you there.
Tell me when, but don’t ask why.