Who do we blame if not ourselves, for parts of us we try to kill
Where is the fault in the fear if it keeps us here
I break my teeth on love, and wonder what I was afraid of
I sing a song in my sleep, and wait for the echo
And in time, my voice will die, but the echo survives
Drag me into a grave, and see that I am still asleep
What is left to mark a life, spent so tangled up in time
Who do I blame if not myself, for parts of me I want to kill
An eternity echoing
Undo everything
This tension born in me has learned to speak
"Fear not of man, for man must die"
And while you drag me straight into my grave, see, I am waking up