a wreck that harbors no bounty
fleeing the catacombs of this harrowed soul;
the city's dust still coating my lungs. . .
wearing someone else's face
» East is up «
when death keeps shoving his skeletons in my closet ?
when death keeps shoving his skeletons in my closet ?
I hear your lament, regardless
I hear your lament, regardless
this heart is a fragile thing
your vibrance might shatter it. . .
this heart is a fragile thing
your vibrance might shatter it. . .
like poison in a candy wrapper
like poison in a candy wrapper
and this city-shaped prison swallows me whole again ?
what is dream, what reality ?
what if I never truly left. . . ?
and this city-shaped prison swallows me whole again ?
what is dream, what reality ?
what if I never truly left. . . ?
stop dancing to -their- rhythm
it's time for a new beat anyway
stop dancing to -their- rhythm
it's time for a new beat anyway
for it is a gift -they- can never take from you
for it is a gift -they- can never take from you