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 k** children, Feeding on the lesser weakened fragments; This broken humanity is sin...