Ataraxia - The Northern

I’ve spent my life on the side lines

Watching countless times as you tossed him to the side

He lies awake in the dead of night

A tortured soul yearning the safety of his daughters life

This time you’ve crossed the line

It’s your turn to suffer

Can you see the hell in your fathers eyes?

Worn down, defeated as he screams inside

Reach out and end this game

When you have no one left

You’ll have yourself to blame

Read me a story from your book of lies

Make sure that’s it’s riddled with guilt trips and pride

You always try to paint a picture

But your canvas is made of deceit

Tell me no more stories

Say something real to me

Say something real to me

You have this one last chance to turn this around

Say sorry to that fragile man

That fragile man

This once last chance

Read me a story from your book of lies

Make sure that’s it’s riddled with guilt trips and pride

You always try to paint a picture

But your canvas is made of deceit

Tell me no more stories

Say something real to me

It feels so good

To float above the others

Don’t look down

Just hold me close

Hold me, help me;

Through the dark and the dead of night

When the dawn breaks

I’ll be beside you

Hold me close