Eschaton

I guess that I pretend to be okay
Feeling sicker every day
Sins of the past
You'll never know the real me on the stage
Never see the face of shame
I hid it so well

Everything I've said is laced with dread
Vindication only works out when you're dead
It's no way to live

So through the empty, awful memories
Just keep fighting on
Life is never won
Just keep fighting on
Life is never won