Chances
we had when we were young
held as ransom
by Future's setting
sun
there's no use fighting a faceless tyrant
voices inside of my
head
with their subtle wishes and coldest kisses,
they'll climb up inside of
my bed
singin' 'what's the use in pushing through,
when I'm already dead
to you'
Sirens
screaming in my ear
like the silence that only I can
hear
and now we're stocking our empty pockets
with remnants of what we had
said
just like tears of daughters for sleeping fathers,
my heart was too much
for your head.
singin' what's the use in pushing through,
when I'm already
dead to you
all this mystery and all this silence,
we don't know what we
have become
we lit this match and we hit the gas
and now we're holding our
ears and our tongues
and our tongues
there's no use fighting a faceless
tyrant
voices inside of my head
with their subtle wishes and coldest
kisses,
they'll climb up inside of my bed
singin' 'what's the use in
pushing through,
when I'm already dead to you'