Empty out the sandbox, things still tend to grow
Waiting for an echo in the mountains far below
Almost stopped to hear the footsteps lift up off the ground
As I walked away, I realized never again would they be found
I understand the reckoning, while the rooster rarely crows
Trudging through this evergreen, against the wind that never blows
And when it captures everything
It chews and spits the whole
And now the days that I felt all right
Have been used only to sterilize
My own fantacide
Father make it so, what I had spoken long ago
I haven't gone the distance, but theres time to take it slow
Still afraid it doesn't bother me, still thinking I'm so cold
In silence I can't hear at all, in riots, sound controls
Pull another quarter, and nauseate the ride
Some things seem to me so small, with you still clinging to my side
But when I find the weakness
I hang it out to dry
And now those days that I felt all right
Have been used only to sterilize
My own fantacide
Climb into this hole
So heavy on my chest
Ashes burning around me
From a man I never blessed
I'll head home for the journey
And improvise the rest
Saint of roads not walked upon, do my prayers still overflow
If I ressurect formality ,can you kill this undertow
Whispered lines from withered songs- the harness begs for me alone
Crawling across the dunes of time, reaching out to tilt the cornerstone
To take me back to spotlights, every hour of every day
Im too tired to feel unstable, In this spinning glass I stay
And now the days that I felt all right
Have been used only to sterilize
My own fantacide