I’m looking at my hands and I see a stranger’s grip A nervous habit, a trembling on the lower lip It’s a route I didn’t choose, a path I’m forced to tread Eating the bitter bread of the shadows I’ve never fed Her silence feels like pressure buried in my lungs A legacy of secrets speaking through my tongue (Never let me rest) (This forest has no end) I’m just a copy of a copy, losing definition in the light The ink is old The blood is cold I’m wearing a memory that was never mine to hold I’m the blueprint of a faulty line Carrying a fever that isn't mine (Not mine) It’s a debt in the marrow, a split in the core Holding the weight of a long forgotten war (Can’t call it mine) (No...) I’m the echo of a scream from a hundred years ago Tracing the void where forgotten memories grow I walk like a man who’s afraid of his own name Hiding from a past that keeps entering the frame I found a picture of a face I’ve never known But August sixth is written underneath in faded stone (Too many reflections) (Who is the signal?) Is it a trap or just the way my heart was designed to beat? (To beat) I try to cut the wire (It just gets tighter) I try to kill the heat (It just grows brighter) I am the echo of a war that never ended I’m the blueprint of a faulty line Carrying a fever that isn't mine (Not mine) It’s a debt in the marrow, a split in the core Holding the weight of a long forgotten war (Can’t call it mine) (No...) I’m the echo of a scream from a hundred years ago Tracing the void where forgotten memories grow It’s in the way I breathe (The way I breathe) It’s in the way I bleed (The way I bleed)
