Temples

Kickin' at my nose and
I'm looking for the opposite.
I keep finding my own in a place
that I never really wanted further.
Nothing that I've shown is worth
enough for anything inside.
I've gone far enough.
I'm looking for another way higher up.
I can't find the trust in these
sacrificial tendencies
searching for a chance to speak
that I can't for the life of me,
think of my own destiny,
the craving opportunity,
but the troubles laying at your feet
and everything you said to me
is sealed with reality.

I am a walker.
I want to see the end.
I've been climbing so high
but the sun of the surface,
finally broken,
grasping to the edge
of the long island promise
is left at the wayside
left for the daylight,
that never would come to shine,
just trying my best to hide,
before the spoke.
I am a walker.
I want to see the end.
I want to see the end.
Because for one more lifetime.

Sick of our life thrown
the way the pieces that I can't get back.
Been trying to find my way out
but the roads I've set on fire.
The embers, slowly rising,
away out of the silence leaving the darkness.
I stumble towards the light
of the remaining fire to break the cycle.

I am a walker.
I want to see the end.
I've been climbing so high,
but the sun of the surface,
finally broken,
grasping to the edge of the long island promise
is left at the wayside,
left for the daylight,
that never would come to shine.
Just trying my best to hide before a spoke.

I am a walker.
I want to see the end.
I want to see the end.
And as for one more lifetime.
The soul breaking was mine.

I am the one who is left for the taking.
What has my life come to, time for a changing.
The difference in the energy.
The quiet begs a symphony.
These strings that pull against me
are the ones that give security.
When I'm lying to the magistrate
theres no time to renegotiate.
But the way I can elaborate.
I might as well just close the gate.

I am a walker.
I want to see the end.
I've been climbing so high,
but the sun of the surface,
finally broken,
grasping to the edge of the long island promise
is left at the wayside,
left for the daylight,
that never would come to shine,
trying my best to hide to sway the spoke.
I am a walker. I want to see the end. I want to see the end.
Because for one more life time