The air is thick with strangers Laughing through your screaming lungs Imploding in your chest like death
Absent exit signs ignite the flames, The fear, the rage that tear down walls Alas, in dreams alone they all collapse
These hoarders of paragraphs And alibis and secret lies and hollow needs And enemies that draw you in These pillars of everything mundane Are but a gateway to oblivion
Fever burning, weak and pale Like vultures to the wounded they'll come You can't afford to be this frail They'll steal you
Not cut out to follow Nor fit to rule A dethroned king of diamonds In the garments of a fool
This jest of chaos This irony of common fate Some like dominoes Some like angels Apart In love From grace We fall fall fall
Fever burning, weak and pale You can't afford to be this frail Like vultures to the wounded they'll come To steal you Deceive you Mislead you Erase youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
