Broken Chair Broken Chair I have a chair but it's broken. I won't let go. I'm carrying my broken chair. We move from state to state. I don't share your pain, I don't hear your cry. Your sins are being paid for, your soul is melting like snow and in the end nothing, not even your memory will remain. Take your chair and leave. Silent nights in the cold, visibly invisible. I reign my Kingdom in every breath. Every night is a battle only won by the blood red sunrise. I don't share your pain, I don't hear your cry. Your sins are being paid for, your soul is melting like snow and in the end nothing, not even your memory will remain. Take your chair and leave. Walking is preaching my faith. Passing corners conquering new horizons. I bring all my treasures to you, all I'm worth in one shared smile. I don't share your pain, I don't hear your cry. Your sins are being paid for, your soul is melting like snow and in the end nothing, not even your memory will remain. Take your chair and leave. Becoming a sculpture on every square, my face is unrecognisable but my pain is universal. Everyday the city chips of another piece of me, making me less, hurting me more. I don't share your pain, I don't hear your cry. Your sins are being paid for, your soul is melting like snow and in the end nothing, not even your memory will remain. Take your chair and leave. But this isn't good enough.