Album: Bitter Quill

Paladin Complex

Memories clawing at the base of my mind
Step by step, I methodically retrace
Writhing and straining to break free of the chains
Apart from these remains, I feel so out of place

Trust like a cancer, prying open arteries
Crawls through the marshes, preys upon enemies
Toil for your master, toil for his fantasies
On through the marshes, crawl on your bloody knees

But what if you fail
And what if his countenance was overstated?
What of your tale
What if your confidence was badly shaken?

I cannot witness anymore
I cannot watch you be his whore

Somewhat disturbing, why all this empathy
I feel connections sans sensibility
Stranded in Winter, she seems so dear to me
Someone explain this familiarity

What of your tale
What if your confidence was badly shaken
Why must you care
With your elegance so overrated?

I cannot witness anymore
I cannot watch you be his whore