I can’t feel my soul, but I know that it’s more than mythology.
My hopes fuel my heart. If it’s love, who cares where it’s coming from?
Tell me I’m not worthy of your world.
Tell me I can’t get my just rewards ‘cause I know I won’t fall for this innocence.

Contented listening holding these glyphs I see no base to begin.
These lauded poets say if you know it denial is a sin.
We see eye to eye but where do you draw the line
Between a martyr and those who lost their lives?

I can’t carry on walking this line
Hoping to see the great divide.
I hope that you’re right, but no reddened skies
Have come to falter the purest nights.

I can’t feel my soul, but I know that it’s more than mythology.
My hopes fuel my heart. If it’s love, who cares where it’s coming from?

Remind me why we dream
To hide within the seams
Of the laws you have stitched
From the words upon this script.
Remind me why we live
Our beating hearts amid
Empty words, a void,
Our meaning is destroyed.
Captured chaos can’t cure cravings that have churned within us all this time,
But making stories cannot pure us when in truth we’ll never really know.

I can’t feel my soul, but I know that it’s more than mythology.
My hopes fuel my heart. If it’s love, who cares where it’s coming from?