Dark Roots - Convictions
I just need a moment a moment to myself
I've been writing open letters in a life of writer's block
Make me see make me feel
A cage or a coma the pen and ink is therapy
I counted every single sign you revealed to me
His presence is near but it's myself I fear
It's myself I fear page after page line after line
I'm running out of things to say
I'm running out of time
My hands keep on writing but nothing makes any sense
These words on paper they've all been said before
Speak through me
I'll trust you like a torch
Now watch me burn
I'll trust you like a torch
Now watch me burn
Now watch me burn
As patience and the pendulum fought through the night
My frustration buries me
Page after page line after line
I'm running out of things to say
I'm running out of time
My hands keep on writing but nothing makes any sense
The words keep on coming but everything seems to blend
Seems to blend
I've tried so hard to write about being real
That I think I've forgotten how to feel
Prisoner prisoner
Captive by words I can't write
Prisoner prisoner shepard me with your light
If I'm being honest it's hard to be honest with you
I'll be transparent but it's so hard to follow through
If I write down my darkest desires
If I reveal the things my mind conspires
Would you still love me
Would you still love me
I'll open up like a worn out old book
I'll open up with feelings I overlook
Would you still love me
Would you still love me
