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?