in cover of a dazzling fullmoon

I pace in the hall rendered harmless

by the memory of what I used to be

night's soon over I dread another sunrise

the pain of knowing I might have changed the world

I couldn't pass with a compromise

but the healing hand belongs to the living

and I am no longer the world will go on without me

I'm no longer

when I leave I'll feel a soft asuagement

and with minimal manliness

I'll bow to hail the light

when night's over

I'll sink into oblivion

but still I will remember

I could have changed the world

I couldn't pass with a compromise

'cause the healing hand belongs to the living

and I am no longer the world

is the same without me I'm no longer