Ex-Epic - Tunic

They are all out

Taming their lust

I am stationary

Unable to move until I rot

Everything I cope with has betrayed me

And this is disorder and this is a waste

I can’t speak

Ill of you

And this is no exception

I am neurotic and hold me back

Everything I cope with has betrayed me

And this is disorder and this is a waste

You’re an ex-epic

Dull replaceable

You’re full of guilt and full of regret

And full of nothing else