Dead or cold
Nothing as it seems
Fly so far
But someone clipped the wings
I could beat my throat
It’d only turn to scream
When was the point god knew
There was no one listening

There was no one listening

My sweaty days
I close my eyes and sneak off to the sea
Drinking blood rain sky
And dream of family
I beg the world,
“Don’t turn”
It’d only turn to scream
When was the point that god knew there was no one listening?

There was no one listening

I can’t fake this.