When the twilight ends, I will not be broken
I will walk, and I will see
I will hear, and I will know
Feel the sunlight's whisper
And all the unimportant will be forgotten
There is no purpose
Only consequence, to which you give or are given
Whether by design or mistake
What is the difference?
As the city sleeps, I find myself awake
Looking for an answer or a different way
And it feels like I keep going under
Winter in the May
Keeps on getting colder
As I stand up, waiting for a change
And it feels like, I'm getting closer to the edge
I must find a
I must find a different way
Was a pilgrim, was a victim of my ways
Knew no courage 'til I questioned what they say
It still feels like I keep going under
And I don't even care
I have found a way
Acceptance of what's real and what's fake
And it feels like, I'm getting closer to the edge
I must find a
I must find a different way
When the twilight nears, I will not be broken
'Cause I have found a way
Acceptance of what's real and what's fake
And it feels like, I'm getting closer to the edge
I must find a
I must find a different way
And it feels like, I'm getting closer to the edge
I must find a
I must find a different way