For What It's Worth

Time passes this quintessence of dust
And I’d sit for days and not make a sound
I ask myself, who am I?
And if I am found
Embodied and buried
Dig me out
And pry away filth
Who am I?
I find myself from above
Searching, I’m desperate
Searching, I’m so desperate
Who am I?
I find myself from above
Searching, I’m desperate
Searching, I’m so desperate
People, strangers inside
And if I’m gone they’ll call my body home
Call my body home
A war within
All they fought about fell
And crumbled into hell
What’s left is light and pure
What’s left is light and pure
I’ll take arms against the sea of trouble
I’ll pry the filth
Embodied and buried
I’m desperate
I will take arms
Pry the filth away
Embodied and buried
I am desperate
I am my father’s son