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 change…
So ready to kill the dragons I’ve been chasing.
So willing to end the life that I’ve been bleeding.
There’s 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.
It’s 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.