: Raise up the ghosts of the dead - I won't die like them Push past the point of raw emotion - I will breathe Exist with a broken spirit - I will die
the future in your eyes A Cascade of emotion Brings me to... the summit of defeat My trust was misplaced Like the truth... in a sea of lies Your more
: Starving searching this barren wasteland Trying to grasp being this alone Pleading for a breath of fresh air, someone's standing on my chest Dying
in its beauty As I go to grasp it in my hand My heart is torn beating from my chest Let me be captivated By your beauty Then let me fall from your grace
: Lie! Sometimes this beauty is choking me but at least its your hands at my throat Your lashes brush against my cheek coupled with your breath on my
Raise up the ghosts of the dead - I won't die like them Push past the point of raw emotion - I will breathe Exist with a broken spirit - I will die complete
... the future in your eyes A Cascade of emotion Brings me to... the summit of defeat My trust was misplaced Like the truth... in a sea of lies Your more
easily in its beauty As I go to grasp it in my hand My heart is torn beating from my chest Let me be captivated By your beauty Then let me fall from your
Lie! Sometimes this beauty is choking me but at least its your hands at my throat Your lashes brush against my cheek coupled with your breath on my neck
Starving searching this barren wasteland Trying to grasp being this alone Pleading for a breath of fresh air, someone's standing on my chest Dying I'