Path to Nowhere

In iron gardens where stars bleed dry
I count heartbeats beneath a cracked sky
Cold hands stained by the ancient dust
Of broken promises turning to rust
Shackles sing a low lullaby.

Ink on my skin maps out the void
A secret kingdom, a dream unalloyed
You stare through glass across the time
Asking for reason or for rhyme
I offer you silence, the scars.

The warden watches, clock counts sins
The moment I lose is when I win.

Oh, chains of mercy, cut the vein
I am music born of the pain
C-major ghost in a grey world
Chasing the light that unfurled
Hold the night, catch the breath
Beauty of a slow-motion death.

Oh, chains of mercy, cut the vein
I am music born of the pain
C-major ghost in a grey world
Chasing the light that unfurled
Hold the night, catch the breath
Beauty of a slow-motion death.

Just a shadow...
In the path...
To nowhere.