These are the tools at handnand this is what you came for.nSo rest your faith on somensolemn note.nWhen I give up on you it's not me being callous.nSend me a letter, tell menhow it's going.nJust stay the fuck away from me, until you reachnsome understanding,nI give up.nnThe first one is the worst one,ntook all I thought I ever had.nWell, maybe it's supposed to hurt some, but I can face it knowing;nThat after all this there will be some kind of prize to find,nbut I'm not the man to chance it anymore.nI spent a lifetime being locked upnin expectancyndreaming of truce.nnWithout these chains and iron mask to drag me downnthrough veils of bone and bloodlinenI can see the liennIt's up to you nowncompletion of thisneyes staring blindlynback at nothingnnSo this is where it ends, your promises mean nothing.nI will leave you here to die.nAlone.nA pale shadow of what was once.