Puppet to my Existence
Sometimes I'm adrift, lost deep within
A ghost in my flesh, bereft of essence
The ideal of perfection, now a whisper in the wind
An inner flame gone dark, where once it shined brightly
Sometimes I'm adrift, lost deep within
A ghost in my flesh, bereft of essence
The ideal of perfection, now a whisper in the wind
An inner flame gone dark, where once it shined brightly
I stand, an empty chalice, from which the wine did flow
A silence where once life's vibrant symphony did grow
Return, oh wandering spirit, I cry into the night
Without your guiding light, I am marionette to the mundane
Is this façade what you see, a veil over the deep?
My voice echoes in the hollows of the void
My soul, the beacon of my being, now unseen
Leaves me fading, in this world, devoid
Is this façade what you see, a veil over the deep?
My voice echoes in the hollows of the void
My soul, the beacon of my being, now unseen
Leaves me fading, in this world, devoid
Do you see me less, with my soul adrift and far?
An echo of the person, an ideal once held dear?
What's lost or gained as my spirit teeters on the edge
Would its return complete me, or am I just a jigsaw silhouette
Is this façade what you see, a veil over the deep?
My voice echoes in the hollows of the void
My soul, the beacon of my being, now unseen
Leaves me fading, in this world, devoid
Do you see me less, with my soul adrift and far?
An echo of the person, an ideal once held dear?
What's lost or gained as my spirit teeters on the edge
Would its return complete me, or am I just a jigsaw silhouette
Is this façade what you see, a veil over the deep?
My voice echoes in the hollows of the void
My soul, the beacon of my being, now unseen
Leaves me fading, in this world
My voice echoes in the hollows of the void
My soul, the beacon of my being, now unseen
Leaves me fading, in this world, devoid
A ghost in my flesh, bereft of essence
The ideal of perfection, now a whisper in the wind
An inner flame gone dark, where once it shined brightly
Sometimes I'm adrift, lost deep within
A ghost in my flesh, bereft of essence
The ideal of perfection, now a whisper in the wind
An inner flame gone dark, where once it shined brightly
I stand, an empty chalice, from which the wine did flow
A silence where once life's vibrant symphony did grow
Return, oh wandering spirit, I cry into the night
Without your guiding light, I am marionette to the mundane
Is this façade what you see, a veil over the deep?
My voice echoes in the hollows of the void
My soul, the beacon of my being, now unseen
Leaves me fading, in this world, devoid
Is this façade what you see, a veil over the deep?
My voice echoes in the hollows of the void
My soul, the beacon of my being, now unseen
Leaves me fading, in this world, devoid
Do you see me less, with my soul adrift and far?
An echo of the person, an ideal once held dear?
What's lost or gained as my spirit teeters on the edge
Would its return complete me, or am I just a jigsaw silhouette
Is this façade what you see, a veil over the deep?
My voice echoes in the hollows of the void
My soul, the beacon of my being, now unseen
Leaves me fading, in this world, devoid
Do you see me less, with my soul adrift and far?
An echo of the person, an ideal once held dear?
What's lost or gained as my spirit teeters on the edge
Would its return complete me, or am I just a jigsaw silhouette
Is this façade what you see, a veil over the deep?
My voice echoes in the hollows of the void
My soul, the beacon of my being, now unseen
Leaves me fading, in this world
My voice echoes in the hollows of the void
My soul, the beacon of my being, now unseen
Leaves me fading, in this world, devoid
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Benson
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