I've poured my soul, into this dream of mine,
Kindred we are alive,
Angels lend me thy wings,
So I can take flight
This is my release
This is everything I believe in
I won't be broken down
Tears collect in a sea of lost dreams
I still can't believe that I know anything
I descend into pleas of reprieve
And I can't turn around
Nothing is sacred and nothing's unheard of
In a scene where thieves breed in murder
We'll burn this complex to the ground
We'll burn this complex to the ground
You can't...
Breathe inside my mind.
There is no air.
It's not that I don't trust you
I just know that you're better than that...
You can't breathe inside my mind.
There is no air.
It's not that I don't trust you, not that I don't trust you
We've gotta make up our minds...
Because we're running out of time...
We're running out of time...
Do you not know that we will judge angels?
Do you not know that saints will judge the world?
Tears collect in a sea of lost dreams
I still can't believe that I know anything
I descend into pleas of reprieve
And I can't turn around
Nothing is sacred and nothing's unheard of
In a scene where thieves breed in murder
We'll burn this complex to the ground
We'll burn this complex to the ground
Show me something
Show me something real
Show me something
Show me anything real
This entropy is steeply seeping into me
And anything resembling empathy, is lost to infamy,
And I am sickened, watching men kill children,
Feeding on the lesser weakened fragments; This broken humanity is sin...