...asleep at the wheel with angels and gargoyles

no one listens to these dreams. towering eagles bringing us to our knees. the moat of our lives is the bridge that we cannot cross. as far as i know this earth was made for us to stand. but this has become so much more of me. nothings worth giving up, and nothings worth the try. thats why my knees are bleeding, what seemed like i was searching for answers, the answers were already there in front of me. no noose was ever meant to hold a soul. and i promised myself, my life was made to swim through the gallows. what bleeds stays, but no creature of hell will ever bury me six feet underground.