"inching closer to finally realize, your will to live
became a will to die
so quick to questioning everything, it feels so cold
I'm finally in unfamiliar surroundings..."
"Feel the glow from the lampshade, its the shadow that shows his age
He's an old man with a weathered soul, who burned to live before he got
far too old
he tells stories to fill the space..."
|In the Middle|
"A makeshift mirror frames the tortured space
She's got porcelain violet angels hanging around her waist
and she's caught up in the middle of everything
The steam pours off the cost as she steals the night..."