Из альбома: The Artist In The Ambulance

One day the dreamers died,
Within us,
When all our answers never came
We hid the truth beneath,
Our skin but,
Our shadows never looked the same

A ghost,
Is all that's left,
Of everything we swore we never would forget
We tried to bleed the sickness,
But we drained our hearts instead
We are,
We are the dead

And when we couldn't stop,
The bleeding,
And when we couldn't stop,
The bleeding,
We held our hearts over the flame,
We held our hearts over the flame,
We couldn't help but call it treason,
Treason,
And after that we couldn't fill our frames
After that our shadows never looked the same

A ghost,
Is all that's left,
Of everything we swore we never would forget
We tried to bleed the sickness,
But we drained our hearts instead
We are,
We are the dead

In summers past,
We'd challenge Fate,
With higher pitch and perfect aim,
And standing fast,
We'd radiate
A light we loved but never named but the answers,
Never came
Our shadows never,
Looked the same

A ghost,
Is all that's left,
We are the ones who lost our faith,
Of everything we swore we never would forget
Can we be saved?
We tried to bleed the sickness,
But we drained our hearts instead
We are,
We are the dead
We are the ones who lost our faith
A ghost of everything we thought but never said
Can we be saved?
We tried to bleed the sickness,
But we drained our hearts instead
We are the ones who lost our faith
We dug ourselves an early grave
We are the dead,
Can,
We,
Be,
Saved?

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