Go forth blindly
Go forth and be hollow
Make excuses
Set those fires
Lick that salt off your skin
I can't find it in my hollow heart
That sacred feeling you promised would be there
All I found was bitterness
And the pieces of every broken thing
What an ugly gift a life of faith and servitude is
Why are you so weak?
You can't behead invisible kings
You're all just birds with broken wings