Can I call a truce? I’m bursting at the seams
I’m looking for the truth but can’t seem to find what I need
Why do we feel this craving that we’re unable to feed
And kill the very thing that gives our blood the life to breathe
I dove into a sea swimming with the dark unknown
Creatures with eyes we’d recognize as ones not of our own
But perhaps they’re the same ones we saw
In days past when we were outlaws
And wisdom came from the source that we shunned with mental stone
Can I call a truce? ‘Cause either way I’ll lose
To never-ending wars with never-ending traps to prove
So here’s my last love letter to the matter now at hand
I’ll try and not stutter as I speak its words bland
I’ve lost all that I knew and I want to start again
With no one else but one called you
So will you take my hand?