Nothing Left To Say Paroles

trying to break free.



Nothing left to say

when the walls give way.



Still I can faintly recall

the subtle purity

of youthful inspiration

and insecurity.




Pride and the drive that started the dream

turned in time to an endless obsession.

Caught in a vicious circle of compulsion.



Desires bind the truth to secrecy

but behind the aspirations I see

a life devoted to blind ambition

and a mortal man searching for eternity.



Behind the desires

and the wall that gave way

there's a forgotten cause

consumed by the day.



Behind the ambitions

of a child who found his way

there's a cold realization

that our deeds die with the day.

And behind the disguise

of a man with a cause

there's a child screaming

with nothing left to say.



Paralyzed by inhibitions

and indecisions.

What was once a release

is now a prison.