The Travelers, Pt. 2

My body's broken, no words spoken
Am I finally at the end?
This conflagration is my contagion
Holds me down, yet again

Maybe life is nothing more
Than a curse inside the blessed
I will fight this bloody war
With every strangled breath

I'm on my own
I'm on my own

I don't need a conscience
I don't need to feel
I don't need these weary eyes
Tell me what I know is real

I don't need anybody
To tell me who I am
Blame it on the broken heart
I'm falling apart again



Credits
Writer(s): Roy Mayorga, Josh Rand, James Root, Corey Taylor
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