The Travelers, Pt. 2 - Stone Sour

My body’s broken, no words spoken
 Am I finally at the end?
 This conflagration is my contagion
 Holds me down
 Yet again

Maybe life is nothing more
 Than a curse inside the blessed
 I will fight this bloody war with every strangled breath

I’m on my own
 I’m on my own

I don’t need a conscience
 I don’t need to feel
 I don’t need these weary eyes
 Tell me what I know is real

I don’t need anybody to tell me who I am
 Blame it on the broken heart
 I’m falling apart again