Of All My New Intention

There's no doubt, by reason, my reason's in doubt I stayed up all night 'til my demons came out I let my indulgence seep into my skin And, looked for Deception to hide my heart in Yet, selling my sorrow is all that I'd known In All My Intention, my heart is alone Pretending that I could still bury my past: My ghosts had returned to provoke me, at last But, oh how it seems disenchanting to feel Will Fear every find me, and know I am real?-- There's something in sorrow which makes it like Home I'm so far beyond you, with no road to Roam...