Nothing Grows to Burn

Drag

Which of all my tired fingers
Will loose first their tight grip and leave me
To fall in the void where all memories are born
Keep me tight and I'll give away all my feelings
But push me down and down I'll fall

And wrap my hand around your harm
It's a drag to walk around alone

My advice would be too aligned
with my desires for you to trust
but trust is just a word
used for all the things you cannot grasp
Am I right?

Which of all my ideas will leave me
to fall in the void where all my dreams feel numb
Keep me tight and I'll turn away from the feelings
That push me down when down I fall

And wrap my hand around your harm
It's a drag to walk around alone

One Life Worth Living

If any word is made of letters
If any life is made of blood
Then tell me why it's so hard to find letters
To lead me out through the fog

Like light through dust
Like fire goes through minds
When you treat me like the wonder-tales you like
Where the road is right towards fate and corrupts minds

And carries on throughout the pages
The sword on trial, the startling end
Stuck in the brain of million lives spinning
The same way you made
My life worth living

If any word could lead my world

Like light through dust
Like fire goes through minds
The fouled king that falls prey to the riot
The false leap towards fate, across rye

And carries on throughout the pages
The sword on trial, the startling end
Calling names of million lives spinning
The same way you made
My life worth living