I feel the cancer growing
And there’s no switching sides.
I still laugh when you laugh
As I feel my cells divide.
This is the only way
I know to survive.
I can take your anguish
And reveal your pride.
Maybe I’m a savior.
Maybe I’m a slave.
Maybe everything I have
Is just a shallow grave.
Crouching reasons hidden in
This white closet.
There’s no darkness.
The light is smothering.
Bitter daggers sheltered in
This white closet.
I’m still listening
But the blood’s stopped running.
Shall I come to give up
These carpenter’s hands?
Shall I come to give away
The gold that stains these lands?
Shall I give up my lungs
Just to breathe your air?
Shall I stand upon your stage
For the whole world to stare?
Maybe I’m a savior.
Maybe I’m a slave.
Maybe everything I have
Is just a shallow grave.
Crouching reasons hidden in
This white closet.
There’s no darkness.
The light is smothering.
Bitter daggers sheltered in
This white closet.
I’m still listening
But the blood’s stopped running.
When you stop and say that you
Are something that I’m not,
Take a look at me, remember
This is all you’ve truly got.
When you look at me and say
I could’ve been something more,
Close your eyes and feel your heart
Beat to the same chords.