Want is artless
Loss has handed me the sky
You choked on all your manufactured lies
My dream unchained
You realize
Our love is war
But it can conquer d**h itself
She whispers repent
And I become the grave
Rabid tendencies have left the sparrows on thier own
Rabid tendencies have left the sparrows on thier own
I bless the open wound
And her voice lights up my sky
Faced with fear what will you pray
When it's your turn to die?
She called it Starscream's Symphony