Nautilus - Stand Your Ground

Born into silver.

caressed in gold

Living without rigor

I’ve bitten the hand that once fed my growing appetite

My insatiable lust for living my life

I can’t seem to break these chains from my calloused hands

This crown on my head.

feverishly i await my fall

And with regret comes the holy ghost of loneliness

With my eyes clouded over and no sky above

I’ll reach out to nothing and find nothing in return

I’ll reach out.

I’ll find nothing

Constantly i spit in the face of open arms

Only to watch them continue to hold

I’ll forget my past and just move on, move on

Still smoke fills my lungs still I’m drowning in regret

Still regret drowns me

This is for my own life.

this one’s mine

I will be the spark to ignite this forest

I am my own