First it gives and then it takes away. We drain our cups until nothing here remains.
Our souls hell bent on giving up the ghost as we proclaim and toast.
There is no human power who could changeÖ
So ready to kill the dragons Iíve been chasing.
So willing to end the life that Iíve been bleeding.
Thereís nowhere left for me to run I draw this line or I become Imaginary. Imaginary me.
We trace the artery and try to open it and in our minds
We find a way to inject hope and healing.
A broken vein, a crimson spill, a bottom found, a broken will.
Itís only when we glare at our delusion do we see.
By a power that is greater than me, At the bottom I am finally free.