Testo di The Travelers (Pt. 2)

My body’s broken No words are spoken Am I finally at the end? This conflagration is my contagion Pulls me down yet again Maybe life is nothing more than a curse inside the blessed I will fight this bloody war with every strangled breath I’m on my own, I’m on my own I don’t need a conscience I don’t need to feel I don’t need these weary eyes to tell me what I know is real I don’t need anybody to tell me who I am Blame it on a broken heart, I’ve fallen apart again