Kenn Nardi - Straining the Frayed

Soulless golems lumber slow...within them nothing
Just passive and stiff
Through wretched methods driven frantic
Happily over the cliff
Tell me...have you nothing inside you repulsed by the sight?
Tell me...have you nothing that stirs you to fight?
'Cause I’m sailing against the tide lest I drift away
And they’ll strain the frayed if only to mold us...

Heartless carcasses ruin all around them
With only the stench of decay
Their harmless, armless gropings reach for nothing
Still nothing dissuades
Tell me...have you nothing inside that recoils at the thought?
Tell me...have you nothing that grieves as it ought?
And I’m swimming against the tide lest I’m washed away
And they’ll strain the frayed if only to mold us...
To break us 'til we're numb

Even in these halls where we walk about
We talk about only shadows
We never let it show that we're racked with doubt and we don't look down
Hide all we know, our sorrow in tow…
We hold down a sure frown each day And we’re strained and frayed
But still we will mock them in shame...

And I’m rushing against the wind lest I’m blown away
‘cause they’ll strain the frayed if only to mold us...
To break us 'til we're numb

Even in these halls where we walk about
We talk about only shadows
We never let it show that we're racked with doubt
And we don't look down …
Even in these halls where we walk about
We talk about only shadows
We never let it show that we're racked with doubt and we don't look down
Hide all we know, our sorrow in tow…
We hold down a sure frown each day
And we’re strained and frayed, yes we’re strained and frayed
But still we will mock them in shame...