The Last City - Words Lyrics

Words you spoke like feathers
They hit me like they're stones
And shake the steely tethers
Of the apathetic lens I hold

'Cause I'm a boy designed for immortal fights
With a useless, uncertain prize

I know very well living in this symbiotic hell
At least I'm not alone

Let me rest a spell 'til forgiveness
Learns to mask itself as a means to atone

So take what you love about me and lay it to rest
And bring me the words you find for what is left
If we're to die on this hill send me instead
So I can be weak and die on my feet with a soldier's death

The candle feeds the flame
Glad to show its worth
Does it know you can't reclaim?
That there is no second birth?

Yes, I know very well living in this symbiotic hell
I could not build alone

Let me rest a spell in the endless fragments of myself
That can hardly make a whole

So take what you love about me and lay it to rest
And bring me the words you find for what is left
If we're to die on this hill send me instead
So I can be weak and die on my feet with a soldier's death