Chances…we had when we were young… held as ransom…by Future’s setting sun
there’s no use fighting a faceless tyrant— voices inside of my head with their subtle wishes and coldest kisses, they’ll climb up inside of my bed…
singin’ ‘what’s the use in pushing through, when I’m already dead to you’
Sirens…screaming in my ear… like the silence that only I can hear…
and now we’re stocking our empty pockets with remnants of what we had said just like tears of daughters for sleeping fathers, my heart was too much for your head.
singin’ what’s the use in pushing through, when I’m already dead to you
all this mystery and all this silence, we don’t know what we have become… we lit this match and we hit the gas and now we’re holding our ears and our tongues… and our tongues…
there’s no use fighting a faceless tyrant— voices inside of my head with their subtle wishes and coldest kisses, they’ll climb up inside of my bed…
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