Gavin Marchbank - The Mires lyrics

His fragile hands clench at dirt and bone, Searching for more than a promise to carry on He's never felt so completely conquered, So far removed from those spaces he trusted And he's given up so many years, Done away with too much time to the lies With broken arms and brittle legs, he tries to lift his head to stand The trenches deep, and at his feet, the fragments of his best-laid plans He's a man, martyred by unthinking hands Undone by the methodless devastation Just one step and he'd be free But his legs are twisted backwards at the knees A false strength that he maintains He knows that what he's lost is more than what he stands to gain So here he stands, to make a mire of this wasteland An end he's chosen A shadow of his former man But he can't see past this defeat To realise it's all behind him That he's stronger than his misery Your hope is the hole that will swallow the apathy that you follow A frail end by the dagger, wrought ideals for feelings What's the meaning of failure? Am I the latter? Regret is just a fever, God knows how you got the blood in your well Your regrets are not your revival This defeat is not your final tragedy A frail end by the dagger, wrought ideals for feelings What's the meaning of failure? Am I the latter? Regret is just a fever, God knows how you got the blood in your well Your regrets are not your revival This defeat is not your final