Plummeting into a dark abyss
Stasis in a sunlit field
Nucleus of my existence
Blindness clashed with vision
Chorus
Would you be my ransom?
Would you take your valiant blade
And slash the nexus of my rancor?
Would you look at me and think
Impossible to extricate?
Red roses lie upon my breast
Black ones are in my hand
Disconcerted rationale
A cocktail of emotion
Chorus
Would you be my ransom?
Would you take your valiant blade
And slash the nexus of my rancor?
Would you look at me and think
Impossible to extricate?
Endless battles fought with swords of light
Obsidian edges wink in the night
Washed in blood, I still manage to see
The good in those gathered in my palm
Chorus
Would you be my ransom?
Would you take your valiant blade
And slash the nexus of my rancor?
Would you look at me and think
Impossible to extricate?
Regeneration in salvation
Darkness bathed in white
Separation, two distinct halves
Pieces of the jagged edge with no smooth fit
I don�t need your ransom
I don�t need your valiant blade
I cut the nexus of my rancor
Extinguished it like blood-fire
I don�t need your sympathy
Torn web I extricate
