Chloroform

I’ve poured my soul into this dream of mine
Kindred we are alive
Angels lend me thy wings
So I can take flight
This is my release
This is everything I believe in
I won’t be broken down
Tears collect in a sea of lost dreams
I still can’t believe that I know anything
I descend into pleas of reprieve
And I can’t turn around
Nothing is sacred and nothing’s unheard of
In a scene where thieves breed in murder
We’ll burn this complex to the ground
We’ll burn this complex to the ground
You can’t breathe inside my mind
There is no air
It’s not that I don’t trust you
I just know that you’re better than that
You can’t breathe inside my mind
There is no air
It’s not that I don’t trust you
Not that I don’t trust you
We’ve gotta make up our minds
Because we’re running out of time
We’re running out of time
Do you not know that we will judge angels?
Do you not know that saints will judge the world?
Do you not know that we will judge angels?
Do you not know that saints will judge the world?
Tears collect in a sea of lost dreams
I still can’t believe that I know anything
I descend into pleas of reprieve
And I can’t turn around
Nothing is sacred and nothing’s unheard of
In a scene where thieves breed in murder
We’ll burn this complex to the ground
We’ll burn this complex to the ground
Show me something
Show me something real
Show me something
Show me anything
Show me something
Show me something real
Show me something
Show me anything real
Show me anything real
Show me anything real
Show me something
Show me something
Show me something
This entropy is steeply seeping into me
And anything resembling empathy is lost to infamy
And I am sickened, watching men kill children
Feeding on the lesser weakened fragments
This broken humanity is sin