i don't feel it
i don't feel it anymore
the city drowns itself
heard the sirens from the shore

i won't suffer this
i won't suffer this for you
fields of orchids burn
and left here standing, frozen through

...
dreaming
it's cheap as apathy
the future atrophies
the more i dream

still i crawl inside your grave
for those lost november days

your star
through the scars
i'll find your light again