Dreadful Patient Persistence - The Ascent Of Everest

Void of compassion and cut from the same cloth as me

Raised in the pit with a forked tongue and sharp teeth

How i wish i could

Break the spell

Silence the voice

When it comes

Don’t trust your feelings

Trust your choice

Given in faith and taken as oath solemnly

I promise to love you as long as you never hurt me

But now i wish i could

Break the spell

Silence the voice

When it comes

Don’t trust your feelings

Trust your choice

Drive in the hooks are tied round the room with strings

The slightest of tugs and i’m pulled right back into the scene of the crime

With every turn the feeling returns with a dreadful patient persistence

Waiting behind any and every moment

It is blessing that feels like curse

And although it won’t be the last time it’s not the first