| I’m clinging to the wings of nightmares
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| Detaching every finger one by one
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| Shaken awake
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| To find our absence hasn’t manifested yet
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| Longing for a sense of loss
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| Picking me apart like birds of prey
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| Where illusions will depart from unhinged jaws
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| Silent in the presence of your name
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| Rip the memory from my mind
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| Perfectly still, but somehow running out of time
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| Keep your distance
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| From the flowers that will decorate my corpse
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| Undeserving of a chance to watch them thrive
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| Remove the sickness
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| Before it has a chance to run its course
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| I knew we’d never make it out alive
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| Clairvoyant only to delusion
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| As you salvage fantasy to fit your needs
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| You held my lifeless body to your heart
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| And convinced yourself that you could feel a pulse
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| (Laying traps beneath my feet
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| I will chew through to the bone in my desire to be free)
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| Rip the memory from my mind
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| Perfectly still, but somehow running out of time
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| Keep your distance
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| From the flowers that will decorate my corpse
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| Undeserving of a chance to watch them thrive
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| Remove the sickness
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| Before it has a chance to run its course
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| I knew we’d never make it out alive
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| Your shadow will keep me
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| Blinded by the light living in lies
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| Allowing fallen petals to turn black
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| Reflecting the colour of your insides
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| Rip the memory from my mind
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| Hold my lifeless body to your heart
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| And convince yourself that you still feel a pulse
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| Rip the memory from my mind
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| Perfectly still, but somehow running out of time |