Moments of clarity are few to be offered
As time is quite barren yet picked nonetheless
Eager hands forever gather
Seeking release, a chance to breathe
In the dying light
Of what we thought we knew
This is what I am, I've become
Although disengaged for the moment
The battle remains within
When what we've become
Begins to conquer who we are
As the shadow is further cast
In relentless dissonance
In the dying light
Of what we thought we knew
This is what I am, I've become
Only through our struggles to embrace what was forgotten
Do we realize what we have become:
Ghosts to who and what we loved
In the dying light
Of what we thought we knew
This is what I am, I've become
No one will know my face when I reach the end
