Windows you've opened inside your own head
Led through this winds of the offence 
Like candles fade as they would fall into the ocean
Our words like filthy notes, skipping the wrong scales.

Look inside there's nothing to prove in our ways to lie
How long will the angels play soundtracks 
of the dying hearts

sheltered mind gives the birth to the failure
as I breath in this illusion dies
Bitter and sharp inside could be the answer
so [bad word] from questions again. Hiding into caves

Look inside there's nothing to prove in our ways to lie
How long will the angels play soundtracks 
of the dying hearts 

when I’m bleeding out the air is hot the earth is shaking, yeah.
Stop this f*cking game the curtains fall the door is closing for you.

Look inside there's nothing to prove in our ways to lie
How long will the angels play soundtracks 
of the dying hearts