When the pain of hating fades
There is only the relief

Of indifference how it grows
Apathy engulfs

Fresh water as it flows
To my past, the sea

Accustomed to the burn of salt
I sip this infectious tea

Weakling cannot hold the waves;
The wind, the sand.

Captive, screaming at the sea;
Tremor in my hand.

Landless

Weakling, as your disenchantment grows;
Buds of rage seek the sun.

You are the captive, diminished at the stern;
Hardened is your gaze.

Darkness

Forth

Landless

They claim majesty is in the terror you reign
Hold my breath

And the weak have the greatest price to pay
Hold my breath

With everything we watch and do and say
Hold my breath

They have taken the rippling hills
They have plundered the fruited plain

Hold my breath

They have sold our souls for a dying wage

Hold my breath

Your critical gaze
Butchers my days
Your critical gaze
Caught in a maze

You're critical

You're critical

I hold my breath

Does it please the chorus?
I have found my own ground
Does the feast gnaw us?
Wrestled down, not a sound

In our times we dare not stir
Conviction's missing lure
We dare not speak with her breath
For that would be too close to death

Barren boughs arch over our heads
Moved by the wind
They bend or break
Touch me

Shattered numb reaction to gale or gentle breeze
Don't prefer one or the other
Trees withstand whims and chance
Touch me

Your love permeates We say the words
Your love decimates We feel the twinge
There is pain in being true We say the words
There is pain in knowing you Lack of progress