The Northern - Ataraxia lyrics

I've spent my life on the side lines Watching countless times as you tossed him to the side He lies awake in the dead of night A tortured soul yearning the safety of his daughters life This time you've crossed the line It's your turn to suffer Can you see the hell in your fathers eyes? Worn down, defeated as he screams inside Reach out and end this game When you have no one left You'll have yourself to blame Read me a story from your book of lies Make sure that's it's riddled with guilt trips and pride You always try to paint a picture But your canvas is made of deceit Tell me no more stories Say something real to me Say something real to me You have this one last chance to turn this around Say sorry to that fragile man That fragile man This once last chance Read me a story from your book of lies Make sure that's it's riddled with guilt trips and pride You always try to paint a picture But your canvas is made of deceit Tell me no more stories Say something real to me It feels so good To float above the others Don't look down Just hold me close Hold me, help me; Through the dark and the dead of night When the dawn breaks I'll be beside you Hold me close