In cover of a dazzling fullmoon
i pace in the hall rendered harmless
by the memory of what i used to be
night's soon over i dread another sunrise
the pain of knowing i might have changed the world
i couldn't pass with a compromise
but the healing hand belongs to the living
and i am no longer the world will go on without me
i'm no longer
when i leave i'll feel a soft asuagement
and with minimal manliness
i'll bow to hail the light
when night's over
i'll sink into oblivion
but still i will remember
i could have changed the world
i couldn't pass with a compromise
'cause the healing hand belongs to the living
and i am no longer the world
is the same without me i'm no longer