Still Life

There's always a story to tell
Always a truth you can't bare
There's always someone hurt
Always a tear you can't shed

There's always questions asked
Even when you've given up
Where's all the missing parts?
Endless roads, boundless lands

My hands are cold
My heart is light
My mind is fire
And my body is dying

The failure comes when you are begging for a glimpse of hope
Then standing up to trip once more
Brace the darkness that lasts long

We collapse from within the ashes of what once was
Because without roles we cannot feel
We cannot face the madness of this world