I obey the thief in my shattered sake can I linger sweet in poisoned times can I believe your words - do I?
Can you talk of me my darkened haze I forgot to taste or never knew it in first place there’s no meaning in pretending smiles when the whole world feels like ruins of a place you refused to find
I still obey, the joker’s won - beaten steps I’m on I try to free the soul I own - that I always seek to calm but still it’s totally pinched and worn and still I’m fine, always wanted to have a piece of your spark in my mind
Can you talk of me, the tears I’ll cry and will you turn them into something that better suits my eyes if there is no goal in at least one try I will refuse to breathe and sing or write for all the sense has died
Can you talk of me, the tears I’ll cry and will you turn them into something that better suits my eyes if there is no goal in at least one try I will refuse to breathe and sing or write for all the sense has died