(Verse 1) Gather 'round, ye dreamers, with your hearts of glass, Watching for a sunrise that shall never come to pass. You speak of "mercy" as a shield, of "hope" as holy light, But light just makes you easier to find within the night. The wolf doesn't pause for the lamb’s soft prayer, And the wind doesn't weep for the burdens you bear. (Chorus) For compassion is a dagger that you sharpen for your foe, A map to every weakness that the world will come to know. And hope? It’s but a fever, a rot within the mind, Leaving you naked, trembling, and deafly, gaily blind. Cast away the tether, let the tomorrow burn, For 'tis a lesson every corpse has had the time to learn. (Verse 2) You’ll find no warmth in brotherhood, only hands within your purse, A "kindly" smile is often just a prelude to a curse. To care is to be shackled to a stone beneath the tide, With nowhere left to run and nowhere left to hide. The king will sell your village, the priest will sell your soul, While you’re busy seeking "goodness" to make your spirit whole. (Bridge) Trust is a bridge built of salt and of sand, It crumbles the moment you reach for a hand. Better to be hollow, better to be cold, Than a story of "kindness" that's never been told. (Chorus) For compassion is a dagger that you sharpen for your foe, A map to every weakness that the world will come to know. And hope? It’s but a fever, a rot within the mind, Leaving you naked, trembling, and deafly, gaily blind. (Outro) So lock your doors and steel your gaze, And walk alone through the winter haze. Hope is for the dying; compassion for the weak. In this world of iron, 'tis the silent blade we seek.
