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Sleeping child, my bleeding vial

With twisted wings we learn to fly

Growing still while prophets scorned

By tainted sun a shadow born

Holding the wind at my will

Yet peace in dreams eludes me still

Sleeping child, my bleeding vile

In knowing life I've learned to die

Flooding my flesh with feeling

Haunting the touch receiving

Bearing belief I'm breathing

Led by the skin I'm leaving

Stealing a sinner's silence

Conscience or fate decides us

Watch 'til my will is worn

Silent and near torn

The watcher I am

My life became when yours began

The watcher I stand

The slave myself

The fire burning home I am

They say they'll only take the time

What right is theirs to claim what's mine?

I have deceived, believed, betrayed

I've tamed the flame, not stepped away

This overflow I understand

The meaning aching through my hands

But letting go's not giving in

The reason breaking from my skin

This martyr froze, in scenes of gold

The perfect flaw that haunts my soul

The watcher I am

My life became when yours began

The watcher I stand

The slave myself

The fire burning home I am

Feeling home, escaping

The pilgrim running scared

Into the bleakest autumn

Catching rain inside

The shell he's crawled into

His life grown smaller

Living without walls

Mirroring his demons

The revelation scars

Itself into his being

How far must we be

To feel too far away?

Tracing the lines

Marking the memories

Hidden so dutifully

By the mask that's been forced down on me

Is this all I am?

Is this all that we can be?

Is this all that you can see?

My one now born to three

The Watcher, in life I am

The Watcher, The slave myself

The fire burning home I am

The Watcher, in life I am

The Watcher, the slave myself

The fire burning home I am