Bottled
I really don't have anything to say
Just pass me by
Don't ask me the same questions
Just deny I'm there
Like the time around me
This room is filled with nothing
Fell awkward in a place with many
Leave this space to me
I channel the pain through this
The paper, the pen, your eyes
To stare into what's next
It frightens me
No control, no reward
Still and breathless
I don't care what's behind
To you I look for energy
To catch my breath again
I channel the pain through this
The paper, the pen, your eyes
To stare into what's next
It frightens me
No control, no reward
I'm in circles again
I'm in circles again
The world looks old to me
Tonight I drink myself sober
Soon this could be over
Tale a picture of the pale
New morning knocking
Feels just like always
Pen down my regrets
I reach to you again.
I channel the pain through this
The paper, the pen, your eyes
To stare into what's next
It frightens me
No control, no reward
I'm in circles again
Just pass me by
Don't ask me the same questions
Just deny I'm there
Like the time around me
This room is filled with nothing
Fell awkward in a place with many
Leave this space to me
I channel the pain through this
The paper, the pen, your eyes
To stare into what's next
It frightens me
No control, no reward
Still and breathless
I don't care what's behind
To you I look for energy
To catch my breath again
I channel the pain through this
The paper, the pen, your eyes
To stare into what's next
It frightens me
No control, no reward
I'm in circles again
I'm in circles again
The world looks old to me
Tonight I drink myself sober
Soon this could be over
Tale a picture of the pale
New morning knocking
Feels just like always
Pen down my regrets
I reach to you again.
I channel the pain through this
The paper, the pen, your eyes
To stare into what's next
It frightens me
No control, no reward
I'm in circles again
SPEAK
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I see this place as a graveyard of who we used to be. Nostalgic and painful; In a single package.
Things always change, friend. You cannot stop them.
What was, is; And will forever be.
Then again... What was, is not. And never will be the same.
One cannot change the past. One can only change now.
And you've only got that one chance to change now, every passing second.
.. The rest of our brothers are thin and threadbare. They are lost, fallen, full of rage.
I thought, naively, that things would stay strong and the same. That we would all be like those 7 samurai; Honorable. Wise. Close, even when they did not agree or when distance separated them.
Look at us now. Who left who? Who is to blame? Where did we go wrong, brother?.. Did we fail them? Have we abandoned The Way?..
.. I try hard to live a simple life. But questions such as these plague me.
A fine line I walk between living in the past and simply holding on to the values I once had. The world blackens the souls of us all, as you well know. I feel we have all fallen in one way or another from what we used to be. Some in the world may call it 'progress'. Others call it 'losing your innocence'. Whatever it truly is; I feel it, I don't like it, but it surely has a hold on all of us.
Maybe just another sad tale. Or yet, a simple dream.
Maybe these '7 Samurai' have finished their battle together in this life, and now there is nothing but stories and legends to tell.
.. Perhaps you've forgotten your password. Perhaps you simply have no desire to look back on this place. Perhaps you simply hate me.
Whatever the case, our fates are not yet severed.
I'll see you again, brother.
I did indeed freak out whence I had the camohammer and bopped you in the head, only to see it was quickly exploited by the fools rushing us from the sides. But we rocked that round. Fo sho.
It strangely reminded me at first glance of our efforts in H3... Or life, for that matter. How I despise when one tries to be honorable and is put to shame by a fool who skips over the lines of justice and common courtesy, just so that they may be the victor.
...CAMOHAMMAH...