Renounced to the silent harmonies; boundaries to the break Sliced like a thread held out too long A facade of silent pledges A figure built of deceit Famished now, forced to reap cruel thoughts that not our own Structured upon a tempest that has drug us out to sea Choruses played out Audible for decades Here I lay comatose and alone now until the end Once there was a reason to search for something more But it died at a notion for truth