Haunted Pt. III - Alaya

This one we’ll call off.

The distance made an islet of intent and covered the way

to take our invested goals we chase.

Save your breath.

To follow becomes the rite of age.

Cold hands don’t take from their own.

That’s all you ever have to know.

Leave every waiting hand to hold disgrace

and vague resolve.

May you never know or own a single conviction.

May you never know or own a single conviction.

Graves made to fall in may just shape, renew the same

and send them on their way to claim invested goals they chase

with only what they take…

Take from their own.

May you never know or own a single conviction.

May you never know or own a single conviction.