the machinations we've made... keep track of all that you've lost, and saved... and take a look at all who're clad in scars... that open up, to you... do you laugh... at just the lengths that you've gone to cry? and if it is, the way that i fear... you've gone away, where i'd say, you're beholden to someone else... the will of another over yourself. and you don't even see what you've done, but i don't think you're the one, to light, this, flame...