My flesh burns cold, beating blue
My fragile being breaks
Blinded by a nightmare view
I never understood the dreams
That dominated my sleep
My prayers ignored
My secrets can never keep
But I try
In the madness
In the asylum for the weak
I am king here
I know my people
My kingdom upon the lowest peak
The invading armies laugh
Knowing my worthless land bleeds
And there is nothing worth taking
We are the dying
The dead and forsaken
We are the screams
That are never heard
We are the poems
Written without words
Inside our chest beat hearts
That are ever breaking
