The Travelers, Pt. 2

My body's broken

No words are spoken

Am I finally at the end?

This conflagration

Is my contagion

Pulls me down yet again

Maybe life is nothing more

Than a curse inside the blessed

And I will fight this bloody war

With every strangled breath

I'm on my own

I'm on my own

I don't need a conscience

I don't need to feel

I don't need these weary eyes

Tell me what I know is real

I don't need anybody

To tell me who I am

Blaming all the broken hearts

I've fallen upon again