Heroes

It feels like you're carrying the weight of the world
On your shoulders
And punishing yourself for some ancient acts

Too afraid to confront the reality
Too afraid to make a move

You have to close up this circle
And have a fresh new start
A new beginning to rise up
And take control of your surroundings

No sleep, no laughter, it haunts you day and night
Nothing to satisfy and water the flower you really are

The path ire that wore you will swallow you whole

(Ridiculous drunken joy)

Nothing left behind, no mourning for the child of no one

We are the architects of our broken mirrors
Why can't we be our own heroes
Until our days are over?

(The heroes we could not be)
('Cos the end is already fucking here)