Maybe at sea  way out on the  ocean  i could finally corner  you  and look you in the eye  and  ask you all the questions  and you  could tell me who you are  and why  you have been following me my  entire life    So this is what  this comes to  None of it is  common or sublime  It may be at  that point  That I could face  death without resistance    So  this is what this comes to.  None  of it is common and sublime  It  may be at that point  That I could  face death without  resistance      My fingers should  not sweat at such a vague  threat.  You know who you  are  Hold it in  Just hold them  back      Pretend that there's no  tapestry imprinted in these  tongue-tied fingertips  That tells  a solemn story   and accepts no  end    Secret decision  Say you  don’t know my mission  Say this  all has a point  This all has a  point    Secret  distraction  Faulty sense of  direction  Tell me your mortality  has got the best of your thoughts  again    Fatal decision  Keep my  prevision  Tell me you can’t draw  my lines anymore  You placed a  blade through my head slicing down  though my heart  And still you use  no sleight of  hand    Again    Will I continue  to ignore  The cries of the  darkness in your      Submission    Tell me you  don’t know what I am saying again    Tell me I lost all sense of  provision again.      Of a truth  this is insanity   Of a truth this  is immortality    And why are you  destroying me so  Is the host not  enough for you?  Why do you insist  on killing me?    I do not insist  on submission from you    these lyrics are submitted by rockypointryan