Measure of Myth

Too bad you weren't there to see...
They took me there, to that place again,
They hung me by my thoughts,
They stripped me of my voice,
And then let me be.

Too bad, it was morning that never came...
I waited for the sun to hit my eyes,
I waited for them to gather around my pyre,
I waited for you to save my soul's last sail,
I waited in vain, again, for my self to become.

Here I welcome you to the circle of apathy...
Engulfing your threats to sanity,
As you lose your proclaims of destructive vanity,
I say, sing another song my friend,
Too bad, you weren't there to see.