The answer is me

Mm. In the concrete canyons where the streetlights Bleed, down the midnight gloss of a blackened Street. I don't hear the echoes of the crowds That passed, but the whispered ages that were built To last. We are only drifters where the time Is smoke. Every face a mask, every word a Cloak. Just another stranger walking past the rest, Trying not to vanish in this hollow test. We wander the pavement, we follow the beat, Between the illusion and what is concrete. Life is a gift with a poisoned blade. A one-way ticket to a desperate maze. We fight with the quiet, we fight with the Gray. To hunt for the truth in a modern Haze. To carry the bloodline, to finally see the Face in the mirror of freezing stone. Life is a gift with a poisoned blade, And I'll build a legacy all of my own. We are hunting balance in the roaring days. In an empty stare, in a tired gaze. But the honest answers hide away from light, At the heavy bottom of the deepest night. It is not the answer, it's the constant why. In the broken places where the embers fly. Like a blinded sailor reaching for the seams, In a world suspended between truth and dreams. We wander the pavement, we follow the beat. Between the illusion and what is concrete. Life is a gift with a poisoned blade. A one-way ticket to a desperate maze. We fight with the quiet, we fight with the Gray. To hunt for the truth in a modern Haze. To carry the bloodline, to finally see the Face in the mirror of freezing stone. Life is a gift with a poisoned blade, And I'll build a legacy All of my own. Let the city rumble like an organ pipe, Erasing the borders of the dark and light. I know that my journey is a personal gain, And only the daring can judge the flame. I don't need the glory, I don't need the Crown. Just a flash of clarity before going down. To look in the mirror before I am done And see both the Father and see the Son. Life is a gift with a poisoned blade. A one-way ticket to a desperate maze. We fight with the quiet, we fight with the Gray. To hunt for the truth in a modern Haze. To carry the bloodline, to finally see the Face in the mirror of freezing stone. Life is a gift with a poisoned blade, And I'll build a legacy all of my Own. Life is a gift And I take what is mine. Not looking for Eden, I'm walking the line. The truth is an echo inside of the plea. The question is out there... The answer is me!