there's something in this future self
fear hides nines beneath curtains of lies
my solitude is mine own
as the world turns
in this mind they stumble beside myself
i walk through the valley of the shadow of death
she sleeps within the turmoil
through silence
we cry tears of gold
i shed though i can't weep
though we fear no evil
the shadows are armed
it's only calm when it's not
the omens of truth speak of lies
lonely lies of many truths strike still
what are we supposed to do
the only constant is stunted hope
ill-gotten truth murmers lies
while all roads point to hope
swaying in constant stillness