The Fourth Ship of‎ Theseus

Lyrics

I am just a ship Made of toil, and grit, and rust, and sticks Scraps grown molded by time's firm grip Now new, once worshipped… ...undeserved It's a curse. It's an evil thing It's the luminance of the hubris of the patchwork king Praise be to the patchwork king But it's not right It's just a compounding lie I don't remember. I don't recall Oh, just how long has it been since I last heard someone sing my song? I thought it endless, my mighty call Who would have known that Eternity's anger could last so long? I've grown so worn Oh, Theseus, how's it feel to know you earned your rest? Seven seas, just like thе sins, oh, it seems Pride's failed this test See how thеy cannibalize Glory, fame, rage all cloud their eyes I don't even remember from whence I came Stretched, ill-fitted, I've been bastardized Centuries on centuries have passed me by What was the name of the man who owned the hands with which I was made? Who built the arrogant ship that I became? Who designed this shame? I can't relinquish this title held At least that fool with the boulder got to suffer as his own damn self Eternal anguish. An endless night Another falls to the lie, see the fallen from Icarian flight I'm not what they write Oh, Theseus, can't I join you, the Athenians and that beast? These days are long, the nights go on, as I'm sewn together, piece by piece Oh, Theseus, can you see? Apollo's forsaken me And now, I pray that a tide just might render me beat And grant me peace Gods above, I pray your love might rend my core Pasts unnamed were all unmade, so please, what's one more?