A soul hurt again and over stones a shield
The metal deep, impenetrable, nothing surpasses the protective field
But alas, nostalgia cracks re-open the ancient wounds
The sweet pain of pleasures from long lost blue moons
How can I not question all that I have become?
When my guilt replaces my blood, every square inch of my body in disgust
Over my conformity with the things that once inspired me to wage wars
And now, I close my eyes and pretend the words were never heard
A numbing numbness replaces the auburn flames
Kindred Spirits lost, hollow emptiness heals my bruised vains.