a scream to the wind
talk travelling
down the vine
when your talk is cheap and your leaving me tonight
created by the void
flashlights for wounds
someone screaming
prepare for the worst
in corners we scratch at city lines
so show me to the hypocrites
so we'll watch you
talk your way
out of this
when i see you watching
everybody else
created by the void
flashlights for wounds
someone screaming
prepare for the worst
in corners we scratch at city lines
we
scratch
so show me to the hypocrites
we give them mirrors as parting gifts