Vultures circle overhead, people love to watch a wreck, I hate the whispers and the stares, but I lost you, so now who cares, Now I'm standing in a wasteland of us, desert bones and dried up places we lost, don't pretend you wanna change when you don't

Don't look down cause you could fall, from up so high I must look small, don't hate me to prove a ( Read more... )

My mother told me that the world has got its plans,
I wanna hold em til they burn right through my hands,

I read your veins like lines on a map

But I got no destination

See the smoke and the signals rise from my breath

And the flames are cold and patient

I filled you with a wonderland

Born of my imagination and

Go, I can't

Cause my demons tied me down

With silk chains wrapped around