Epicurean Darkest Days
I've tried for so long to understand, my course of
design.
These years I fear I've lost all of myself, without all
hope to return yet, I'd walk to the ends of the earth in
defiance.
The Narrator speaks in a precious tongue, of these days
to come, but I will not stop until I stand by your side.
In our darkest days I hold the strength to carry on, as
long as you stand within my line of sight.
The silence becomes the catalyst of my madness, and this
may be the only way to unleash words I've tried to speak
for so long.
Insight will guide the course of my willing hands upon,
when all that I've known, will not support the weight of
the world at all...
These are the days I've longed to define, beyond words,
yet through my existence I've realized what I can't
understand...
In our darkest days I hold the strength to carry on, as
long as you stand within my line of sight.
These are the moments I've longed for to break the
silence on the darkest of days...
In our darkest days I hold the strength to carry on, as
long as you stand within my line of sight.
These are the moments I've longed for to break the
silence on the darkest of days...
These are the moments I've longed(longed for) for to
break the silence on the darkest of days...
