Nothing to Win - YOB

Churning maelstrom

A dying kiss

Fury let loose

Straight into a noose

Dreaming disguise

Of what’s at stake

Clutching trusted lies

Feeling sick inside

It’s time to end

The story

It isn’t what I see

It isn’t what I know

It isn’t what it seems

No high or below

Nothing for the grave

Nothing for the kings

Nothing to sacrifice

Nothing to win

Nothing to win

So I take

This weary heart

And bleed it out

Unchackle my illusions

And bleed them out

Like flesh out of its skin

Ragged and raw

Where images end

And living begins

Where ideas of truth

Give way to the taste

When everything we love

Is everything we break

I dream it’s all true

It’s the chance I take

It’s time to end

The story