Clandestine Traveller

Once more I find myself holding the line Most days I manage by biding my time But surely this house of cards will soon fall down When I let myself exhale Once more I find myself holding that torch The bitter memories erupt like spores From the deep parts of me I keep locked tight How they shudder in the light I am not who I claim to be Impersonating so brazenly Soon you'll see through my plain charade Foundation crumbling virtue betrayed Gaze to the fields of the fallen Countless gone everyone Cave to the fear and the sonder And then step up to the stage I will take the reigns by your command Holding course by sleight of hand I've always been a stowaway So they have claimed Alone on the coach I am thriving Discarding the thought There is someone in my brain That is driving me Crashing aground The road has rent and the rank-and-file run down Tolling the hounds The roiling rush of the river rusts my crown Once more I'm clandestine feigning rapport When cloak-and-dagger work yields nothing more Than all the silken threads that have sprung forth From aristocratic mouths I am my own greatest enemy Self-sabotaging effortlessly Loosen my noose for it's time for me To step up upon the stage I will take the reigns by your command Holding course by sleight of hand I've always been a stowaway So they have claimed Alone on the coach I am thriving Discarding the thought There is someone in my brain That is driving me This feeling I'm beholden to prevails It validates my venom when I fail