Trapped in a shell of a wounded heart
good thoughts ready to be reversed...
The Shadows of my past
hiding within the darkness...
To him life is a game,
a game of misery and pain...
A silent vow, eternal bet, the time goes by...
The metronome of living life, solid as a steady...
A tunnel of doors connecting two places,
That tunnel, it only ever sees two faces...
I split the wrist who feeds me.
Feeding on delicate liquid...
I got up the guts
to go and talk to you...
Night creeps in,
Replacing the light of day...
Liar liar, pants on fire
Sins are only rising higher...
Do you know my name
where I'm from...
She always heard the train pass
at a quarter to twelve on Sunday nights...
Daddy you lied to me,
You said grandma was okay...