Of Men and Myths, Pt. I

Days are just The winding road That numbs your heart and Tears you apart from this world Fight the drive to think To conquer truth only by force of will Blind to what could have been We measure life for what it turned to be Keen to memorize Some kind of meaning we can recognize Ill and paralyzed We fake to seek the strength to sober up Don't know for what is worth Yet I'm still your brother Despite of what we have done Of how we hurt each other Wish there was more to do Than accept our weakness Than acknowledge the pain in you Than to pray that it won't get harder Leave behind the shores of your memory Feel the river's cold let it cleanse your soul as you're drowning Do not yearn for soil Leave behind the shores of your memory Feel the river's cold let it cleanse your soul as you're drowning Do not yearn for soil Trails of time What we left behind? Days gone by Linger through my mind I step into the quicksands The more I move the more I dive As something known beforehand I lose myself within the strive I fail to find a reason For which I should not get defined By all my calculations By my own instinct to survive Ain't it clear? Ain't it clear?