That-Quiet-Guy

Ships sailing in on flames Burning on the tide again No use in trading names You'll be left behind again I can't break the binds Life stands still before my eyes I can't sail blind The wind pushes forward. The choice, not mine Ships sailing in on flames Burning on the tide again No use in trading names You'll be left behind again I can't break the waves Life flashing back to better days My ship can't be saved The depths drag down. I have no say Ships settling into graves Deep beneath the tide again No use in treading waves You'll be cast aside again

The weight of hate is only a touch. You'll go down when I take your crutch. You lean on me too much. I'll step away from your crumbling clutch. You live life sedated, motherfucker. So don't live through me. Who are you supposed to be? You're nothing special. You won't ride for free. The weight of hate is only a touch. It's overgrown and starting to gush You lean on me too much I'll lean on you and you'll get crushed.

I'm all out of words There's nothing to say All the fight in me has gone away A waste of breath is all it was To fight for some confusing cause A loss of time I can't regain Left to live with what remains I'll refrain from speaking and fade to grey I'll join my past and there I'll stay A shade among shadows, shifting in silence