The Huntsman - Pariso

I’ll pour concrete in your veins so you’ll never change.

Scar a message on my wrists saying «The love I take is the skulls of the ones

who resist».

Ironically my freedom has trapped me.

You complain that it’s all the same but you’ve only got yourself to blame.

I know you’ve felt this burden a thousand times.

Let the chariots speed away, darkness falls but our ambitions show the way.

I walk alone so my failures are hidden.

A secret below the ocean, settled vision.

The crashing sound of passing time I’ll have to make it mine.

Will I know when I’m sitting at the throne of the misguided who are starved for

the nourishment?

Why won’t my hands stop shaking?

I feel the world settling in and to be honest I don’t sleep well,

the pressures on as we go for the motions.

I have an itch I just can’t scratch, it keeps me up and I question.

The longer I stay away the more I miss the strife.