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element: destination
like it was at the center, i was going through it
shriveled and crumble, hard like a headache, i fell apart like a monday
maybe someone else then, though maybe not who i was becoming
i assumed the disguise, though the role i did not fit
i am aware of the fact you can't all see past me
and when i wake up i don't know where i am, nor what time it was then
so maybe i'm not really here, maybe all just a figment
a sentence incomplete, i can somewhat comprehend now
I am but a chain in this endless routine, this cycle of time
on and on continuing, slightly altering each day in mind
and when the lights are off, i can see much more clearly
the vision of which will rise, and make a fall to all the risen
fear not, when all is destroyed, I will rise unharmed from the ashes
truth be known that all which harmed me only made me stronger
i turn my face towards the burning sun, and go where this will take me
