Last Rites

My words are tired My feet are sore Yet I keep on talking I'm walking more and more My eyes are closing My ears are full Color's never been brighter And music never dull But if speak you must Let it be free My smile is fading Time for lies is done My teeth will light up this room And truth no longer fun My handshake is softer Empathy I must remind In person, I'll stand eye to eye He was a good man given time But if speak you must Let it be free But do not ask Anymore of me Anymore of me I'm tired of the road I can't sit still at home So many eyes on me I've never felt so alone No beating thud In our hollow chest Why won't you leave me be? Why won't you let me rest? But if speak you must Let it be free But do not ask Anymore of me If speak you must Let it be free But do not ask Anymore of me Anymore of me