Again I climb, with claws gone dull,
The strain cuts deeper with each beat.
And there you glow, silver and pure,
As if offering to make me complete.
At the top,
I howl into the night,
And dare to hope
You might be receptive.
Then I learn,
For the thousandth time,
Your soul of stone
Is always reflective.
Am I just another beast to you?
One more fool who thought the light was true?
Your shine pulled me in like the tide,
Then turned and left me cast aside.
It seems that no matter what I do,
I'm just another beast to you.
Dragging myself through recurring nights,
Still pretending I don't bleed.
Like a ghost digging its own grave,
Mistaking agony for need.
At the top,
I howl with my heart bare,
And dare to hope
You might be receptive.
Then I learn,
For the thousandth time,
Your soul of stone
Is always reflective.
Am I just another beast to you?
One more fool who thought the light was true?
Your shine pulled me in like the tide,
Then turned and left me cast aside.
It seems that no matter what I do,
I'm just another beast to you.
At the top,
I howl until I break,
And dare to hope
You might be receptive.
Then I learn,
For the thousandth time,
Your soul of stone
Is always reflective.
Am I just another beast to you?
One more fool who thought the light was true?
Your shine pulled me in like the tide,
Then turned and left me cast aside.
It seems that no matter what I do,
I'm just another beast to you.
