Skepticism - Antimony dalszöveg

Cold creeps in and I start to feel 
Each bone of each my fingers 
Darkness like a cloak on my shoulders 
Silence almost close enough to touch 
I play my part 

Footsteps echo in the corridor 
In the dust is a left a trail 
The light pale but not the mind 
I play my part 

Not once will ask for more 
Not once will ask for less 
Belittle the hardness of others 
Glorify the part of mine 
I play my part 

The cold not better than the warm 
The light as welcome as the dark 
The sour as sweet as delight 
I play my part